He unlocked a door and led me through an office that was empty of furniture, although I could still see square clean patches on the grimy linoleum, where the legs of a desk had once stood. On the wall was a curling calendar with April 1986 showing on it
"Wait!, am I standing in the ten years abounded mysterious office of the Mighty Ocean cooperation? Why me? why must I be the one in here? Am I next, after ten solid years? No! Escape! Escape!! Escape!!!"
I jump back in startle when he interrupted my thoughts of survival with tappings on my shoulder repeatedly.
"Where did you run to so fast? I was saying a lot to you but you were actually not in this room by the time I noticed your great silence. he said".
I was just here, really! Could you pardon me on what you had said please?
He replied,"I am hoping everything is alright and you're going to start work here tomorrow without chasing your mind out of your head and away from the work.?"
Yes sir, of course!
"That's good! he said and continued. You go back home and settle your mind as your office is furnished. Work for you starts at 9am tomorrow and you'll be assigned an assistant immediately."
Thank you very much,sir!
He showed me out just as he did me in and I was out before I knew it. OMG! He didn't even bother to say a word, as if the whole of Ghana is not aware of this mysterious room locked up in their great office mansion. Mighty Oceans is a successful business home with a group of companies to it's honour. Apparently, I am going to be the auditor general in the mist of most of their paper works since tomorrow. The office mansion is the biggest building in the city of Accra after the Flagstaff house as at now, 1996. It has about fithty office rooms and is known for the highest employing private owned business in the country. No denying the glamour and pride attached to it. But ten years ago, when the company was just five years, something unexplained until today, happened and one of their office rooms has been locked up ever since. I can't convince myself to stop feeling that I am being trapped into that same long locked office tomorrow morning. I am still searching for love, all of the beauties and and aromas must I encounter before I die. Why then is my death smelling so closely?
My name is Cindy Cun and I am 25. I had just finished my national service. I have persued a degree in business management and accounting, from the University of Business Ghana. I am about taking my first job in my field of expertise and that too, in the most renowned company in the country. I should be feeling hyper than tensed. I also think I might be falling in love but all the aromas are yet to blend. Julius is a great guy but still, I want it to be perfect! He's not more than five...