Kapitel 133: Why The Mystery?
It was a few minutes to four o’clock when Mercy packed up her files, arranged them on the table, carried her bag and walked out of her office. It has been two months since she separated with Sule and was now working with Justin’s construction firm.
She felt free off Sule but the pains of what she went through, and psychological trauma of being divorced just a few months after her wedding was painful. Petra was there for her. She made sure she tried to make her happy, and kept telling her to let go. Sule had not called her for once. She guessed he must be enjoying his married life with his wife. Good for them. She was about leaving the office when her secretary knocked and came in.
“I am sorry, ma’am ,the representative of Batool Engineering firm is around.”
Mercy grimaced.
“Like right now. We have a lot to cover and I was about to leave. They are not serious. I can’t see the person.”
“He was expecting this and kept begging me. I am sorry, ma’am can you just explain this to him yourself. I feel uncomfortable the way he was begging me.”
Mercy studied her. The man must have laid on the floor for her.
“Okay, shoot him in.”
“Thank you ma’am.” She said and went out.
Mercy did not bother to go back to her seat. She wanted him to know that she was about leaving. There was a knock before he came in. Mercy immediately felt a jolt as their eyes met. His black eyes was buccaneering with a wave of authority which still had that brio and mildness that was appealing. His face was clean shaven except a goatee and low moustache which gave him a swanky look.
He wore a skin cut, giving him a bossy look but his smile made it paradoxical as it sent her judgment into conflicts. He was corporately dressed in white blazers over black trousers. He looked corporate, matured, handsome and appealing.
These she noticed but with the phobia of men she had now, the feelings just went down the drain and she felt almost contemptuous towards him.
“I am truly sorry, ma’am.” He said after dropping his folder on the floor, then joined his palms and raised them to his chest. “I know I deserve to be flogged for this. I am sorry. But I have the whip with me, should I give it to you?”
Mercy was forced to smile.
“I am not trained to lash old men.” She said.
“I am old really. Counting thirty is no small do.”
“Okay, come and sit down. As you can see, I was on my way home.” she said.
“We can’t go through those files today.”
“Yes, I will be glad if we can file in at least. My boss is not always in a good mood.”
She went back to her seat, sat down and wove him to a chair.
“So, thank you ma’am…”
“Please call me Mercy. I don’t feel comfortable with this ma’am of a thing.”
“Okay, Miss Mercy.”
Miss Mercy! She was back to that!
“So, let me see the proposal.”
He opened the folder, rummaged through and brought out a file.
“Actually I am not the officer you were talking to so I was just put on this.” He said.
“I noticed some things that needed to be changed. I had just a few hours to get an approval and then start from zilch. The proposal is based on supplying you raw materials at a more affordable price. We do not import them. Our chemical engineers have improved the materials, and they are so environmental friendly. The irony of it is that you import some of these raw materials while the fundamental raw materials are gotten from us. And the PQR chemical undergoes some reactions as it is being transported through such a long distance and then processed to the raw material you use then imported.
This reduces quality. We extract and produce in Zamfara and just move it down here. I have some samples for your lab technicians for verification. I congratulate you in advance for finding the best suppliers of your CCM raw materials at a cheaper rate, faster rate, and better quality. “
“What did you study, I am sorry for asking? You are doing marketing and talking chemicals.” Mercy asked.
“I talk chemicals because I market chemicals but I am a marketer. I studied Marketing and Supply in ABU Zaria.”
“You did not introduce yourself.”
“Ohhh, that is what happens when you are a late for a proposal and the manager is about to leave. I was flummoxed. I am Jamil Isa, Marketing manager, Batool Nigeria Limited.”
Mercy looked at the proposal. “Okay, I think I will talk to the chairman. He is a lab man himself. If your products are good, I think you will definitely get the job. We are trying to encourage local products. It pains me personally that with all the resources we have, we end up importing almost everything.”
“You are right. I was mad when a friend suggested importing Indian gurasa (local bread). What is kano there for?”
Mercy chuckled.
“Which one is Indian gurasa?” she looked at her wristwatch. “I think we are done for today. I will look into the details and call you when I am done.”
“Yes, let me give you my card.” He gave her a card.
He got on his feet.
“I called the nurse who told me you were discharged that day. And you were back three days later and certified fully recovered.” He said.
“Wait! What are you talking about?” Mercy exclaimed softly.
“You ran into my car two months ago and got hurt.” He said.
“Was it you? Oh my God!” She was now confused. “But why the mystery? Why were you hiding?”
“I recognized you immediately I came in. What a small world but I did not want to tell you about that. Did not want it to affect our business relationship.”
“It is not about now. You slept at the hospital and left in the morning without telling anyone. You did not even leave a contact. I ought to repair your car and pay you back your money.” She said.
“That was exactly why I left. I did not want to be paid back and I have a good panel beater and painter. Though I repaired it, sold it then got another one.” He said.
“I caused you a lot of loss. Only God knows how much you must have lost in selling it.”
“What if I lost my life? I had every reason to thank God. But I only left when I was told you were okay.”
“I am speechless. A nurse said you had to lie to your wife ..”
Jamil smiled .
“I am not married. “ He said. “I have never been married but I am hoping to do that soon. I was talking to my mum. If I had told her I was involved in an accident, she would not bother to hear the rest of the explanation that it was minor so I lied to her. And your phone was locked. There was no one to stay with you. They might demand for something, something the hospital will not do for you. So I stayed back. Fortunately your sister or something called at dawn and when they came, I left to prepare for office.”
“Prepare for office?”
“You don’t know my boss.” He grinned. “I am not going to ask you what happened that night. I am sorry for thinking you were drunk or high at first. When I saw you, I knew I was wrong about you. But I felt something must have caused it. You just ran into me. You were driving absentmindedly. Please do not drive out late alone.” He stated.
“I don’t usually do that. I don’t know what to say to you. You are a very kind man.” Mercy said with a grin.
“Don’t be deceived. I am bad. A bad guy. Look at me..” He said and frowned. “Can you see the dangerous side of me?”
Mercy laughed. Wait! This was meant to be a formal meeting. Okay, the formal time was over. This was not the guy with a proposal but the guy who saved her life and slept at the hospital for her. But he was acting as if she had known him for long.
“Bad guys would not do what you did. You had the chance to take me and my car away.”
“I should have thought of that. Please don’t make me regret.”
She chuckled.
“Mr Jamil, I have no words to express how appreciative I am. I have been thinking about it for long. All I wanted was to know the person who did that for me and fate brought you to my office. Thank you. Only Allah can reward you. May He reward you and make aljannah your final abode.”
“Ameen and same to you.” He said. “You were about leaving. I have taken up much of your time. I will be expecting your golden call. I hope the lab result will be good. I am confident it would be insha Allah.”
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