The Baker…the concluding part

I walked past my office, not even giving my door a second glance. “Don’t you have anything you want to pick up?’ Mr Ronald said coldly behind me, ”No, I have everything I need in my pocket, I can pick other stuff tomorrow” I said trying to feel optimistic. By this time, everywhere was deserted, we got to the parking lot, and I began feeling my pockets for my car keys, the keys were there, I could hear them jingle and I was pretty sure Mr Ronald could hear them too. I tried to stall hoping someone would show up and at least give me hope, but no one came. Suddenly Mr Ronald called out to me, I turned around, felt a sharp blow to my head, and I passed out.

I woke up with a splitting headache, opening my eyes was quite difficult, I felt something moist on my eye lid, and when I tried to wipe it off with my hand, I realized I couldn’t move my hand, I was restrained, my heart started racing again. I struggled to open them, and focus and looked around; nothing was familiar. I was in a large room, with large crates all over the place, it looked like a warehouse. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? I thought to myself, as I tried to understand the gravity of this calamity, and as my mind went over different scenarios, I heard a familiar voice call my name, it was Gbenga, and he sounded angry.

“I don’t blame you Tony, I blame myself, I ought not to have given you so much freedom, and that aside, didn’t your mother ever teach you how to knock? You just barge into an office like you own the damn place, now look where it has gotten you” he continued while matching around me, I couldn’t for the life of me understand what was going on, one minute I was a production manager, the next minute I was sitting in the middle of nowhere, with Mr Ronald pointing a gun at my face, and a man whom I thought was my friend giving me a lecture on proper office etiquette.

“I didn’t get to where I am today by leaving loose ends my friend” Gbenga continued with his lecture, “you should have continued being the naïve moron you were, instead of poking your nose where it didn’t belong, Mr. production manager”.

I looked up at him, sweating like I just came out of a sauna. “Wait Gbenga, you don’t have to be like this, you know I am a team player and I have been working with little or no supervision, and I understand, in your capacity as a manager, you reserve the right to handle both internal and external problems at your discretion, so let’s put this all behind us and pretend I didn’t see anything. No, let’s not even pretend, because I didn’t see anything, I can’t even remember walking into any office, and I promise I will always knock from now on’’ I said trying to keep calm under extreme pressure. “We can even call The Baker and straighten this all out” and once again he burst out laughing. “Look at this guy” he said facing Mr Ronald and pointing at me.” He thinks he is at an interview and is busy reciting the crap he stored on his resume” Gbenga continued. “Listen Tony, you have seen too much, and I know you are not as dumb as you look, so without further ado, I’ll hand you over to Mr Ronald, because you have simply become both an internal and external problem, and you need to be sorted out” Gbenga turned to Mr Ronald and said “make it look like an accident, I don’t want too many questions asked” and with that he began walking away, I called out, no wait, I screamed out to him. He stopped suddenly, turned around and said “And by the way Tony, I am the baker”. With that, he laughed lightly and continued to walk away, suddenly it all dawned on me, this man I thought was my friend was the master mind behind this whole operation, and the “bakery” had just been a front for something more sinister, shame on me for being so naïve and foolish. Why didn’t I ask questions? What on earth made me take everything I saw for face value? And then, suddenly I realized this man in front of me was going to kill me, I began to struggle in my seat, hoping to free myself and have a fighting chance, but the harder I struggled, the tighter my restraints became.

Mr Ronald walked up to me, he pointed the gun at my forehead, I died immediately I felt the gun, my whole life flashed before me, I closed my eyes tight and prayed to God, I heard him cock the gun, a loud bang.

I jumped up, looking around in the dark, Was I dead? Was I in hell? Suddenly, I heard the sound of a radio, I instinctively switched on the lights. I was in my apartment, I touched my face, and other parts to my body, I moved to my wall mirror and looked at my image, my heart beat was beginning to slow down, jeez it had all been a dream, no, a nightmare, I reached for my phone and checked the time, it was 6.30am. I collapsed on the bed, heaving a big sigh of relief, it had all been a dream.

I sat up and looked around, trying to familiarize myself with my surroundings, I remember meeting Gbenga, I remember being handed a wad of notes, that much was real, because I could feel what was left of the money under my pillow, there was something else there, his complimentary card, I picked it up, looked at it and gently tore it up.

I stood up and calmly walked to my makeshift reading table, I brought out a blank piece of paper, picked up my pen and began to write………………… RE: APPLICATION FOR EMPLOYMENT.

The End

Written By Arome Ameh (The Priest)


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  1. *heaves a sigh of relief* For a moment I thought I actually heard the gun click. Lol. I experienced all available emotions reading this story from pt1. Happiness, sadness,anxiety etc. The suspense was the big icing on the cake. Weldone!

  2. I followed this story from the beginning to the end and i am of the opinion that it’s a masterpiece. The kind of stories that made big names like Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe, Charles Dickens etc. It was a great job. Thumbs up!

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