Erica sent Jola to summon Nengi and Fumnaya to her cozy office as she went through her own copy of the sales account. Jola hastily took off his apron as he headed out from the plush hotel complex. He used a hand to shield his eyes from the harsh evening sun rays and walked to the kitchen close by to drop off his cloth.

He couldn't go to the club with it because Erica considered it unprofessional. Jola informed his female counterpart of where madam had directed him to. But as usual, he was hounded with a lot of questions.

"Wetin happen na?" Aisha asked in pidgin (the only language she was accustomed to speaking) before putting a plate of goat meat pepper soup that a customer ordered in the microwave. She peered at Jola impatiently waiting for an answer.

"How am I supposed to know?" He stated gruffly. Jola dropped his apron on a plastic chair by the corner and made to leave when Aisha loosely gripped his arm.

"You sure say something never happen for the club so?" Aisha enquired showing off her brown colored rows of teeth.

Jola shrugged her hands off and hurried out of the steamy kitchen not stopping to acknowledge the girls who winked at him from the bar. His sandals sunk into the soft plush carpet as he pushed open a familiar glass door.

Fumnaya had already sighted him as he entered. She stalled in the table she was cleaning as he nervously approached her.

"Ahn, Jola, what happened?" Fumn asked placing a hand on her jutting hip. The only times she'd seen Jola hanging around in the club was when a customer called him to place an order on food or whenever he was bored out of his mind and decided to visit. Neither was obviously the case.

Jola scratched the back of his neck, shuffling about his feet. "Madam said that I should call you and Nengi to her office. She sounded really pissed."

The hairs on Fumn's arm stood at attention and she straightened. "Did she say why she wants us?"

Jola shook his head in a negative reply, his eyes catching on the neon lights that were suspended from the ceiling. Today was indeed a special day.

"Can you pass the message to Nengi? I have to get back to work." Fumn smiled appreciatively and nodded.

Jola blushed as Fumn's face lit up and he dashed out before the club manager could see him. Fumn sighed heavily. She didn't know the reason why Erica was calling for her but she knew it had to be bad. She mounted the sparkling stairs to the VIP dreadfully and called to Nengi when she reached the top.

Beads of sweat were already forming on her forehead. Nengi jerked from the chaise lounge, wide awake. She blinked her eyes repeatedly and yawned.

"What is it?" She asked doing a stretch. Fumnaya absently fixed her gaze on the cooling vents that smoothly dispersed cool air.

"Erica says we should head to her office immediately," Fumn replied, her voice scratchy. She still hadn't told Nengi of the missing bottles because Priscilla had advised her not to. Nengi eyed Fumn, standing up from her languid position.

"Hmmm, hope you haven't done something to cause trouble for the both of us," Nengi muttered under her breath but it was audible enough for Fumn to hear. Fumn hissed lowly and hurried past Nengi who was dragging her feet on the tiled floor.

Fumn consciously buttoned her polo uniform as she pushed the door open and headed out. She was immediately greeted by the harsh rays of the sun beating down on her as opposed to the chilled aura of the club.

Fumn could barely look Priscilla in the face as she exited the arena. She knew what was going to follow.

Fumn stopped by the receptionist desk and asked for directions to the hotel manager's office. The light skinned lady looked up from her computer screen, her eyes resting on the Pentagon logo on Fumn's breast pocket. She smartly passed her a keycard and expertly gave her directions.

Fumn gratefully collected the card from her when a thought popped up in her mind. "Umm, Diane didn't come in today?" She asked gauging the lady's reaction. She appeared surprised.

"Who is Diane? I am Chinaza and not Diane," Chinaza affirmed.

Fumn's mouth rounded in an 'o'. "What happened to the receptionist that worked here last night?"

"I guess she was let off." Chinaza shrugged dismissively. Fumn frowned slightly as she ascended the stairs. Whatever that means, she thought. Nengi followed closely behind wondering the reason why she had to be put in the same shoes as Fumn. It wasn't that she hated her, she just considered the girl too dull for her liking. And Ebitimi had confirmed same on several occasions.

Nengi simply wanted Fumn to be fired. Fumn swiped the keycard in the scanner and the glass door slid open. She climbed another flight of stairs and came face to face with a huge mahogany door on which the manager's name was artistically inscribed.

Nengi waited impatiently for Fumn to knock on the door. On getting no valid response from her, she knocked on the door herself. After a few seconds, Erica paused in muling over some office documents and ordered for them to enter. Nengi was the first to go in before Fumn followed and shut the door quietly.

Erica offered them a seat, her steely gaze not wavering from their worried faces. Fumn seated, feeling chills crawling up her spine which had nothing to do with the split unit air condition. Nengi flipped her hair to the side and crossed her legs like a boss.

Erica raised an expert brow at Nengi and turned to Fumn. "Sorry, I demanded for you guys so abruptly." Erica gave an apologetic smile before continuing, "I wanted to discuss something I noticed in the accounts."

Fumn shifted uncomfortably in her seat, rubbing her palms together.

"It has come to my knowledge that ten drinks of beer are missing from the chiller. Care to explain that?" Erica scuffled the documents that deeply cluttered her desk aside to create space for her to place her crossed arms. She looked from one to the other waiting for an explanation.

Nengi huffed unbelievably. "Drinks missing? I didn't know about that o. Maybe Fumn has something to say about it."

She turned to Fumn who was opening and closing her mouth. "Yes, Fumn?" Erica gestured.

"Ma, I can't understand how drinks went missing the night of the party. I did my accounts properly, even Nengi was working with me too. So, I am really confused about the matter." Fumn tried to force strength into her trembling voice.

"Are you trying to say that none of you have a clue as to how the drinks disappeared when you both were on duty?" Erica intercepted.

"I am just finding about it ma," Nengi stated boldly. "If anything, Fumn is to blame because she was the one handling the book."

Fumn hissed irritatedly, raising a warning finger at Nengi. "Don't you even dare blame me. It's because of your stupid flirting that we are both in this mess. You never explained things to me properly and now look at the result."

"You sneaky little-". Nengi raised a hand to slap Fumn but was held by Erica who suddenly sprang up from her seat.

"Now the both of you listen carefully. To Nengi, for disrespecting your fellow colleague in front of your manager and for acting nonplussed about the situation, you are fined three-quarter of the money lost. And to Fumn, the newest recruit, you have been banned from handling the account's book. You also get to incure the remaining debt. Now, get on to work peacefully." Erica plopped on her chair massaging her temples.

"Well, go on," she shooed. Nengi abruptly stood up and headed out, slamming the door in the process.

"I am very sorry ma," Fumn muttered ashamed of herself.