Annabelle's POV
Where the fuck was he?
I was being too impatient and I knew it. But it wasn't my fault. I couldn't help but feel excited. I had the assignment to complete. An assignment I was confident I was going to execute perfectly. My things stood packed and ready for my trip to Lagos, but the only thing that was still keeping me in Abuja was my father's damned driver.
He was supposed to be here hours ago, so why the hell wasn't he? It was things like this that got me so mad with my dad that I almost want to scream at him. I loved him, but I couldn't stand his penchant for mischief. Picking up my phone, I dialled his number again. It rang its course and went dead. Just like the last five times.
Hell!
If my father wasn't picking up my calls, it usually meant he was up to no good. I sighed as I dropped the phone on the bed and sank onto it. What on god's earth was my dad up to now? I had a sneaky suspicion that I wasn't gonna like it.
