The mystery

Irene is sitting right on the corridor of her apartment, enjoying the gentle cool breeze as it blows, The ambience all around her exudes positivity, she is never caught unfresh even right in the comfort of her home as she is looking all classy in a very skimpy black bum-short, a sexy pink crop top and lovely pink slippers to compliment her looks,a breakfast set-up of scrambled eggs, mashed potatoes and a tall glass of chilled orange juice, neatly placed right by her side.

She decides to come up with strategies to get to know Henry, she thought of going to other different locations just to watch out for Henry's sudden appearances as usual, Henry has suddenly showed up in up to two places where she was before, if he shows up in more places just like that then he would be a strong suspect.

"Am I dreaming? Ah! Could this be a coincidence?" Irene speaks out loudly but only her could hear. "What in the world's name is Henry of all people doing right where I live?"

Henry was fast approaching her residence and she could sight him from a distance just across the street that leads to her house. "What a pleasant surprise, Irene, I wasn't expecting to see you here," Henry said, "don't tell me you live here, do you?" He added, and said further, " I came to visit a very close friend of mine, right at the junction, across the road when I saw someone who I thought looks like you and I decided to come around and be sure of who it was."

For the very first time, Irene didn't feel those butterflies in her tummy, even when Henry was right before her very eyes, she didn't feel any spark, neither did he look handsome to her, this time, she felt quite disgusted at him and she couldn't wait to figure it all out. "It's so nice to see you again Henry," she said with a faint smile, she was obviously faking her excitement as she conversed but immediately an idea struck her, since Henry came all the way here, he must be with a reason, she concluded in her mind and the only thought she had was to make advances towards him, take advantage of him and get access to some information in any way possible.

Men will always be men and he'll definitely succumb to me was the idea that kept ringing in her head.

Irene invites Henry to come inside the house and have a drink so they can talk better, Henry accepted like he had been waiting for her invitation for the longest time.

She went into her kitchen and returned back to where Henry was seated with a chilled glass of fresh pineapple juice and creamy milky doughnuts In a plastic plate.

"I absolutely loved every piece of this meal, thank you so much Irene". Henry said while wiping his face and beards with his palm. She appreciated him for thanking her, and unfortunately, Irene couldn't bring herself to make any moves on him whatsoever, after cooking it all up in her head and it was the perfect time to execute it, she got so sad with herself for not finding the courage to do what she strongly believed would answer a lot of questions that she had.

To make everything worse, Henry just sat on her sofa like a stray cat, there was no discussion between them, no gist, no getting to know each other kind of talk.

Irene was even more puzzled because another man who could've had access into her living room would bring up conversations or prolly try to get intimate with her, more so, because of how seductive she looked at the moment.

After a very short time, Henry asked to take his leave and Irene was okay with it, but to further shock her, Henry didn't initiate a goodbye handshake, not even a hug, not even a thank you whatsoever, he just dashed out. How rude and how strange, Irene thought. She wished he was a small child so she could just grab him so tight and seriously flog out his terrible attitude.

Three days later, Irene got a call from a dispatch rider who claimed he had a package from her aunt who lived in Canada to her, she was surprised because she had no prior knowledge of it, but she asked him to proceed with the delivery.

In few minutes, she heard a knock on her door and she knew immediately that her package has arrived. Sadly, she met a man with a mask on his face like an armed robber, he showed her a gun and asked her to remain silent or he will shoot at her. Irene was as confused as she was mute but she eventually got tied up by the man, with the help of other men who were hanging around the premises in a coaster bus. Finally she went unconscious without knowing what was going on or what really happened, she was bundled and taken away.