TARASHA
EPISODE 11
**Thursday morning**
Tarasha looked cute and smart in her well
tucked in shirt, she combed her hair in a stylish
manner as she stared at her reflection from the
mirror in front of her. She hissed again on
seeing the high heeled shoe laying on the floor,
she would have changed it to a flatter one if not
that she wanted to portray herself as a average
stylish Nigerian girl.
She put on the suit jacket first and took another
look at the mirror to check if any part of her
dressing was conflicting with the other. After
confirming that her combination and choice of
cloth and accessories were okay, she put on the
shoe.
She felt awkward as she took the first four
steps with the shoe due to the fact that she
hadn’t worn high heels for almost a year but her
body had been trained to fit into any situation
so she was quick to adjust as she proceeded
out of the room. She picked up her hand bag
from the table in the sitting room and walked
out of the house.
She walked a little distance from the gate and
stood by the side of the road to wait for a cab.
Her decision not to drive to the company was
based on her plan to present herself as a
student. She already prepared a forged identity
card for herself and was going to the Company
to present herself as a student in the
department of pharmacy of the University of
Lagos.
She didn’t stay on the road for long before a
cab stopped by and she got in. She negotiated
with the driver who didn’t waste time as he
kicked off the fifty minutes journey
immediately.
The supposed fifty minutes journey was turned
to an eighty minutes journey because of the
traffic jam on the Lagos road. Tarasha wasn’t
bored all through as she asked the driver
several questions along the way, the driver also
coperated well; providing answers and even
expatiating further than he was being asked.
Tarasha waved at the driver after he dropped
her right in front of the pharmacy; he waved
back at her happily and drove off. She brought
out the ID card from her bag and straightened
her suit before she faced the company and
walked towards the gate.
The guards at the gate didn’t disturb her at all,
they clearly saw the ID card hung around her
neck and believed she was one of the students
on Industrial attachment. She greeted them
pleasantly and walked to the main building
where she saw the receptionist.
‘Good morning ma’ she greeted with a bright
smile.
‘Good morning, how may I help you?’ the slim
receptionist replied.
‘I’ve come to make some enquiries about health
conference organized by the pharmacy’
‘Which one?’ She asked without paying much
attention.
‘The one coming up on the thirtieth of
November, with Ken Benson and Lee Yung Cho
as guest speakers’
‘Okay, what do you want to know about it?’
‘I would like to see Dr Daniel Umaru, I need to
ask him something’
‘Huh?’ The receptionist looked at Tarasha’s
face, surprised. ‘What do you want to see him
for?’
‘I have some questions and suggestions for him’
‘Sorry dear, I don’t think he’s got that time’ she
said and placed a small piece of paper
containing a web address on the shelf. ‘That’s
our website address, log on to get any
information you need about the conference and
send your enquires to the email provided there’
‘I need to see him personally, I’ve already sent a
mail to the email address already but it’s
important I see him’
‘What? He doesn’t have time for you, he’s a very
busy man’ the receptionist said with an angry
look on her face.
‘But I know he goes around to supervise every
Thursdays and Fridays, he may be able to spare
some time for me today’ Tarasha persisted.
‘Please don’t let me force you to leave, go and
wait for a reply to your email’
‘No, you can’t force me out’ Tarasha raised her
voice, attracting several people who were
around.
‘What’s happening here ?’ A short man in a lab
coat approached them.
‘She says she wants to see Dr Daniel Umaru’ the
receptionist answered him.
‘Huh? Is that true young Lady?’ He asked,
turning to Tarasha.
‘Yes sir’ she answered calmly. 'I really need to see him'.
'Come' he said after giving her a searching look, motioning her with his head to follow him.
'Who do you say you want to see and where are you from?'
'I'm Samantha Osman sir, a pharmacy student at University of Lagos. I want to see Dr. Daniel Umaru' Tarasha replied politely;
'Okay' He replied taking a look at the ID card.
'What do you want to see him for?'
'It's about the conference coming up soon'
'What about it?'
'Hum, i found out that he is the chairman of the organizing committee and i want to ask him some questions and show him some of my personal research work as a medical student'
'He's a very busy man, so i dont think he would have time to attend to you. You can visit our website and send your enquiries there, you can even share your ideas with us there'
'I know sir, i already sent my enquiries there but i still need to see him personally' Tarasha insisted.
Tbc...
Previously on Tarasha Season1 Episode10b
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