THE REAL SHOCK

I hope this idiot called Ejay does not plan on inconveniencing me like this again. We had a deal; he should stick to its terms. I planned a few things to do from morning until midday before getting ready to come to the club. I have my music to take care of. But here I am, nine thirty, and I am in the club already. Aside from me, I feel it was too early to leave those two gross ladies alone. I hope they do not kill each other before I return.

"Good morning!" I greet Ajay at the entrance.

"Good morning. You are looking so bright today. This place was really suffocating you, huh?" He teased.

"Am I too obvious?" I ask.

"For someone like me, yes." He confidently says:

"Mmh. I will try to hide it a little. Anyway, did anything happen?" I implore.

"Here? Why?" He seems clueless.

"Well, because I thought I was supposed to report at five until Ejay called me to rush down here." I explain.

"Not that I know of. Maybe he just missed you." That's a disgusting joke now.

"Oh, please! Where is he?" I ask as I toss that horrible joke aside.

"In his office. Can I walk you there?" He warmly asks

I remember Nora warning me to stay away from Ajay for his own good. As much as I appreciate his company, I have to let him down. He was such a nice guy to die so young. "It's not necessary. See you around, Ajay."

"See you, Gia." I excuse myself and walk up the stairs to Ejay's office, where he is seated scrolling down his phone.

I don't know what is making him smile like that. I have never seen him smiling. Not once. Maybe he is looking at his bank accounts and smiling at the blood-stained millions lying there. Easy money. Cursed money.

"You are here?" He speaks.

Where else is a slave supposed to be when the master demands its presence?

Bitter sigh!

"May I know what is making you smile like that? No offense. It's the first time I am seeing you smiling." I ask. Putting my purse on the table

"I have a business proposal." Business proposal, huh? If it were some other person sharing this kind of news with me, I would be happy. But this is Ejay. He is filthy and dirty. He makes dirty deals. He only deals with criminals like him. There is nothing to be happy about about this deal or anything that has to do with Ejay.

"What kind of business, if I may ask?" I ask, just for the sake of

"That is why I called you up. Come with me." He says this and stands up, leading me out of his office, and we take a very dark pathway down.

He called me because he received a business proposal. Where do I come in for his dirty deals? I thought he would only need me to sing to his partners. All in all, I follow him quietly like a puppet, descending the dark stairs behind him. I hope he did not sell me off to some mafia or something. This ugly monkey cannot be trusted with anything.

I got so lost in my thoughts along the pathway that I only realized Ejay had stopped when I bumped into him, standing in front of a door that was so new to me. Like any other door in this building, this one has tight security too, with soldiers with guns in their hands. They open the door for him, and he walks in, taking my hand. Pressing a socket on the wall, the bulbs light up, and what I see confuses the hell out of my empty brain.

There are tons of cartons, all sealed and labeled with numbers that I don't really understand. Apart from the cartons, there are fringes too. I want to ask something, but I don't know what to ask. Something tells me that I am in trouble. I am scared of what this ugly monster is planning to do.

"This is where most of my billions come from." Ejay blurts out, not looking at me but at the cartons.

Part of his dirty billions.

"What are these?" I force myself to be strong and ask. My eyes are unsettled as they try to capture what probably these cartons are carrying.

"Drugs." The shameless bastard answers calmly, as if being a drug dealer is something to be proud of.

"All these?" I ask.

"Yes, and another shipment is landing in two days."

What the heck? This humongous room is already full to capacity, and he is bringing another shipment? "In two days time? But the store is full already? Do you have another store?" I ask with a flat voice to avoid sounding suspicious.

"Half of these have been sold already. We are delivering the package in two days. Some will go to the main club, and the rest will be sold off by tomorrow evening." Wait a minute! The main club? So he has another club somewhere? Where? I don't want to sound like a detective, so I fight my urge to ask about this other club. So that is where he goes every time he says he has some important business to take care of?

"So... aah, why are you showing me all these? Why are you telling me this?" I ask as a cold chill jolts down my spine.

He turns to me fully. "Welcome to my world." He wears a smirk that I don't like one bit. There must be a bomb about to explode in a few minutes for him to wear this confusing smirk.

"What do you mean?" I air my bemusements out.

"I am letting you into my world. I am putting you in charge of delivering the packages. Of course you will have security guards with you."

I am thunderstruck! He is what?

Oh no! This is not happening. In charge of what again?

So he is making me a drug trafficker? I am finished. What if the traffic police stop us to inspect the car? They will find me with tons of drugs. I will be arrested, and of course this moron will not dare risk his life to rescue me. I will be jailed for a lifetime. And what will the headlines be? Gia Wilson is imprisoned for drug trafficking! Holy God, what is this?

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" I ask, and he turns to me with a confused look on his face, the smirk all gone.

"What are you talking about?"

"What do you mean, what am I talking about, Ejay? Once the police catch me with these, Iwill die in prison." I cry out.

"You still don't know how Ejay works, do you?" Wait, I hope this psycho is not expecting me to go shoot the police. "My men will take care of them. If that is your only worry, then relax."

Only worry? And relax? You just made me a drug dealer, and you are shamelessly telling me to relax? I wish God would just open your mouth right now, you stupid monster. Why don't you just die already, Ejay? Because everything about you is worrying me. I wish you could just disappear in thin air and never be found, so I could be free from you. Me and the other girls. And everyone under your crutches. Why is life just so unfair to me? Why is life playing these tricks on me?

I made a deal with this devil just so I could start working on my plans. I thought I had planned everything so well. I thought... I thought I had put everything into consideration. But now, I feel like I am stuck in a quagmire. Every time I try to do something to get myself out of this mess, there always pops up something else to push me back into this shit. Have you experienced being forcefully pulled down from the moon and then being thrown down to the ugly rocky face of the earth? That is what I am feeling right now.

I thought I had taken a step—a big step—but it now seems I am back to square one. My deal did not secure me enough from this devil's wicked ways. I feel like giving up. I feel like I have been defeated without even trying to fight. Is there something I am not considering? Why is my life becoming so complicated? And this cursed, cruel dog, why is he so determined to ruin my peace and my plans?