TIFFANY’S POV
She was seated in class with other students, while they waited for Mr Rasheal. It was unlike him to come late, and they were becoming worried and restless.
A few minutes later he half walked and half ran into the class panting. “I’m sorry guys. I was having a meeting with the principal regarding our progress so far.” He apologized.
“It’s fine, Sir. We were worried, but we are glad you are here now.” Tiffany said, and the other students concurred with murmurs of “yes.”
“So, let’s begin. Today, we will be Studying past word lists, and familiarizing ourselves with common spelling patterns.” Mr Rasheal began.
“Kindly bring out your copy of the competition preparation agenda.” Mr Rasheal added.
Everyone reached into their bags to pull out theirs including Tiffany, but to her surprise, hers was not there. After ransacking the entire part of the bag she still couldn’t find it.
“Are you okay, Miss Dion? I can’t see your agenda list in front of you.” Mr Rasheal asked.
“I can’t find mine, I thought I had put it in my bag. Sir, can I please go mad check in my locker?” Tiffany pleaded.
“Sure. But we will have to start without you.” Mr Rasheal said.
“Of course. I will be right back.” And with that, she rushed out of the class.
She got to her empty classroom and made for her locker. After ransacking everything inside of it, she still couldn’t find the agenda list. She had come to check the locker for formality’s sake, but she was sure the list was in her bag before it went Missing. Who could have taken it out of her bag? She kept wondering as she returned to the tutorial class.
“Did you find it?” Mr Rasheal asked.
“I’m sorry, no.” Tiffany said.
“Now is not the time to be careless, Miss Dion. You should have treated that list with utmost care knowing it’s worth and importance.” Mr Rasheal scolded.
Tiffany bent her head in shame, and prayed for the earth to open and swallow her.
“I’m disappointed because I don’t see you as someone who is careless. Anyways, we don’t really know people until they reveal themselves to us. You can go back to your seat.” Mr Rasheal said.
Tiffany meekly walked to her seat, her head bowed in embarrassment.
After struggling to flow with others, Mr Rasheal took pity on her and asked her to come and take his. “Miss Dion, you can come and have mine.” He suddenly said.
Tiffany sighed in relief as she walked up to him and took the list. “And don’t forget to make a photocopy of it and bring back the original to me tomorrow.” Mr Rasheal added.
“I will. Thank you, Sir.” Tiffany said.
She was able to flow with others through the remaining part of the class.
They were finally done for the day, and while she arranged her bag to leave, Mary walked up to her. “So, have you made up your mind about what we discussed earlier?” Mary asked sweetly, careful so attention is not drawn to them.
“You are obviously fighting a lost battle. Stop pestering me because I obviously will not back down.” Tiffany retorted.
“You try so hard, even when you are incompetent, daddy’s little girl. Imagine misplacing your agenda list. How are we sure you won’t forget the answer to a question on that day?” Mary said, touching her hair.
“Get the hell away from me?” Tiffany yelled.
Everyone turned to look at them, and she immediately regretted why she yelled.
“Is everything okay over there?” Mr Rasheal asked.
“Sure. Tiffany and I are having girls chat.” Mary replied, smiling sweetly.
“You wish. Heaven would rather freeze over before we can ever be like that. Now get out of my way, I have a fiance to return home to.” Tiffany said, in a bid to get her upset and it worked.
“The fiance you married because you wanted to save your father’s failing company, gold digger.” Mary yelled after her.
Tiffany stopped at the door and replied, “I see you are pained. If it is easy, find someone you can dig for his gold, because obviously, you have been digging stones.” And with that, Tiffany sashayed out of the class.
MARY’S POV
She felt herself choking up in anger. She had never felt that insulted in her entire life. She felt like wrapping her hands around Tiffany’s neck and strangling her to death.
She carried her bag and walked out of the class. Her driver was already waiting at the parking lot. She got into the car and the driver drove off.
As soon as they got to the highway, she brought out an agenda list from her bag. She smiled maniacally as she traced her fingers on the name “LADY TIFF” boldly inscribed in blue ink.
And without hesitation, she tore the list into tiny shreds of papers before throwing them out the car window.
“Are you paid to stare, you lowlife?” She yelled at the driver when she caught him staring at her through the rearview mirror.
The driver apologized and focused his attention back on the road.
DEREK’S POV
Since the CCTV footage went Missing, he has been restless. Something in him kept bugging him to investigate the matter.
He was heading home late that day because he had some maintenance issues to fix in the security room, when he remembered the hallway. The hallway that led to the security room!
There should be footage of the culprit walking into the security room through the hallway. That was it! He finally found the puzzle.
And so, instead of heading home, he hurriedly turned back and headed for the direction of the security room.
Unknown to him, his action had triggered someone’s curiousity, and the person followed him.
He walked into the security room and closed the door behind him. He turned on the computer and navigated his way to the footage he was looking for. When he found it, he sat down to watch it carefully.
The video began to move slowly, and he was able to see a person walking down the hallway.
The quality of the video was not great, but he could see the person’s general shape and movements. He noticed the person was wearing a hoodie that shielded his or her face, as the video continued, the person continued to walk down the hallway, until they reached the security room door, inserted a key and opened it.
He was right after all, the person had used a master key.
He could not see inside the security room, but a few minutes later the person hurried out, and while trying to quickly lock the door, his hoodie cap fell off his face and Derek’s mouth fell open in shock and recognition.
He was shocked as he recognized the person. It was unbelievable to him. And quickly, he dialed Mrs Campbel’s number. He was directed to her voicemail. He tried several times again, all to no avail.
Then quickly, an idea came to his mind. He took out his flash drive from his bag, and copied the footage file into it, after which he forwarded the file to Mrs Campbel’s email.
He quickly shut down the computer and hurried out of the security room. Determined to reach Mrs Campbell, he took out his phone as he walked down the hallway. “Hello, Ma. Kindly call me back when you receive this message. I have information regarding the deleted footage in the security room…” He was cut short by a blow on his head, then another, and another, then darkness.