When I arrived at the office Simba wasn’t in. My stomach was making funny noises. I am hungry; I had only drunk tea earlier in the morning. I walked to the kitchen and heard some squeaky sounds coming from inside. It was Simba and Lauren. They were busy laughing but stopped when I came in.

“Bro, I’m hungry. Did you bring anything?” I asked.

“I brought some sandwiches,” he said.

“Hi Lauren,” I greeted shyly.

Lauren smiled and walked away.

“Let’s go out for lunch?” Simba looked at her down to the legs. She looked back and gave a signal with her hand.

“I have scored a date,” he laughed. I also had a crush on her but Simba had scored one. It irritated me so I found means to ignore it.

“I am hungry, let me pour some coffee and eat your sandwiches,” I said pouring water in a big cup.

“You have to pay me. I made them and you eat?” he chuckled.

“Then I won’t pay for soccer tournament,” I said walking away.

Simba screamed and followed me in into the office. He took the lunchbox and game it to me. I hadn’t seen his bag when I came in.

“What time are you going to the station?” he asked.

“Before 10,” I answered, biting the bread.

Our job was to do data entry and we had a lot of people claiming insurance and many who joined. After eating I had to finish this entry, it was five minutes to nine. I stood up, Simba might have gone to another office. I grabbed my phone and left my bag behind.

I had to use the stairs because the elevator was going up. I don’t want to disappoint Detective Ronald. It was only five minutes to the station and I felt nervous though I forced my legs inside the station. There were so many people and three policemen in uniform were at the reception.

“Hello. Can I see Detective Ronald?”

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Christopher from Mambo Insurance,” I answered shivering.

The station made me feel scared and nervous. He talked on the phone then said, “Go through that door, second door from the left.”

I knocked on the door and two men wearing white doctor’s coats stood on the right. Detective Ronald was sitting on the chair.

“Finally, you came,” he said motioned to me to come inside. I walked looking around. “We want to test your DNA,” he said.

“Why? I didn’t rape and kill her,” I hissed.

“Calm down, we are just doing our jobs,” said Detective.

I had to remove my trousers and the two men took out a spatula and took some serum from my private parts. I couldn’t believe I was a suspect. I got dressed, tucking my shirt in.

“We need your blood too,” the white doctor said.

I unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it up to my elbow. A small syringe was pressed on my arm. I closed my eyes when I saw a needle was on the syringe. This was painful. Blood came out going into a tube in the syringe.

“We will get in touch when we get the results,” Detective Ronald said.

“Sir, I didn’t kill her. Please believe me,” I begged.

“You can go. We will see about that,” he said writing on a note pad.

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