As she walked into up to Basil hotel reception desk the receptionist was smiling widely at her.
"You know he never brings one girl here twice "
"I must be really luck then", Kayla said without any emotions on display.
"It's room…"
"Just give me the key card, he already texted me the room number."
She didn't really have time to waste and she knew it was going to take the receptionist forever to find the room number.
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"I almost thought you weren't going to show up, as usual"
As usual? What the hell was this lunatic talking about. Either way she was as good as dead. He slammed the door and walked up to her calmly, "maybe we started off on the wrong foot…", he said, "…I know you sent in that bad report about me to the school. It was consensual, wasn't it?"
"Zuma sit your ass down and don't try to patronize me", she said as she pulled out a gun from her shirt.
"Let's go down memory lane, shall we?", Zuma was in shock. How did he pick up a complete lunatic.
"2002, Mr. Stan Zuma visits Nigeria for the first time and gets a 16 year old Martha Barthel pregnant. Does that ring a bell? Well I'm a result of one of your numerous one night stands"
Zuma's eyes widened in shock, "Why would you sleep with your own father?..."
"Hold it right there, MR ZUMA. Father is used to refer to people who provide, love and care for their children not riffraffs like you who go around sleeping with anything in a dress to the point of sleeping with your own children. I didn't come here for chitchat. Just write down all your accounts and drop your bank cards on the table. Mr big shot."
He quickly brought out his pen and started writing. When he was done he stood, cleaned some invisible dust off his jacket and next thing she knew he was lunging at her with the pen to stab her.
"I GAVE YOU LIFE AND A CAN TAKE IT IF I PLEASE"
"no. You can't", she said with a straight shot to his heart.
She didn't do it for the money, that was just s bonus. She did it because he was a proud nuisance who denied anything related to responsibility. Good riddance.