Joy’s Way Part 2

The club was small and cozy and everybody seemed to know everybody. Joy felt foolish for having agreed to come. Kingsley held her hand and led her through the maze of people. They ended in a small hall at the rear of the building. The music here was different from the one in the hall in front. It was some kind of Ragga-techno fusion. It was obviously Kingsley’s thing. He was so much into the music. He danced so hard! Joy found it tough keeping up with him. She didn’t like Ragga or Techno. She felt it was music you appreciated only if you were under the influence of alcohol or drugs. Joy’s dance steps seemed dull in comparison to Kingsley’s.

Kingsley looked around the room. He caught the eye of a friend of his and motioned for the guy to come to him and said something to him and then walked away, leaving his friend with Joy. The guy said “Hi I’m Tony, he said I should teach you how to groove the Ragga”. Joy was not happy, but she didn’t want to look childish. She smiled and said “Okay”. She looked across the room in the direction that Kingsley went, and saw him dancing with a girl. The girl was a crazy dancer like Kingsley and they really looked good dancing together. Meanwhile, Joy was getting a hang of the crazy dance. Tony was fun to dance with. He was calm and patient. She was having so much fun and didn’t bother about Kingsley anymore.

Kingsley came from nowhere and thanked Tony. He held on to Joy’s hand and said “It’s time to go”. He more or less dragged her along. The music was very loud so he really couldn’t hear Joy’s protests. Joy decided to hold her peace till she got to the parking lot. As they got to the car she let it go. “What was all that about? Why would you take me dancing and then hand me over to someone else to dance with, while you danced with that loose looking girl then come when you’re done and spoil my fun?”

Kingsley came up very close to Joy and said “Babes, you were dulling the song and I needed to kill it with someone that knew how to Ragga”
“So I was dulling you? Joy asked.
“Babes I didn’t say you were dull, just that you didn’t know how to dance Ragga. Sorry don’t be upset, and by the way Cinderella, its way past your bed time”. He drew her up close to his chest and kissed her on the forehead.
Kingsley dropped Joy off in front of her gate without even waiting for her to get inside. Joy was mad!

Ekanem had an earful of complaints from Joy the next day. “That guy is rude and has no respect for women. Can you imagine?” Ekanem answered, he is usually a great guy o! I know of a girl he dated long ago. He treated the girl like glass. I don’t know what happened but they broke up. Look, just be calm let me talk to Kingsley please. It wasn’t easy for Joy to calm down. Ekanem never got the chance to speak with Kingsley because the day after his date with Joy, he travelled out of the country.

Weeks later, Kingsley got in touch with Ekanem to give her his verdict of Joy. Ekanem pressed him for details. He didn’t budge. All he said was that Joy was “okay”. He cut in quickly and they moved on to discuss other things.
Joy deleted Kingsley’s number. She made up her mind that blind dates were not for her. She had almost forgotten about Kingsley. She threw herself into her work.

One Monday, her Boss asked her to take the place of a colleague who had an emergency, to conduct and interview. There was no one else, her Boss had said. She read the profile of the interviewee and found out that a multimillionaire who had made his money from Cocoa, had recently passed away and left all of his fortunes to his only Son and heir, Adewale Adekanmi. The interview was to give assurance to the shareholders of the company that he was capable of running the company as the next MD/CEO.

To be continued



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