STORY: The Church Accountant (Season 4) 18+… Part 11

STORY: The Church Accountant (Season 4) 18+… Part 11

Collins
The day was uneventful because I was very busy in the office. Later in the day, the Senior Pastor called me that the meeting has been postponed. When I was trying to relax, the receptionist came and informed me that someone wanted to see me. When she entered, I ushered her to sit down
Stranger: good day sir
Me: good day and how may I help you?
Stranger: please I am asking for the Accountant
Me: that’s who you are talking to
Stranger: I mean Mike
Me: ok…… Mike has been transferred.
Stranger: ok sir. My name is Helen and I am the Account Officer for the Church.
Me: ooo. Thank God I was about asking who has been the Account Officer for the Church.
Helen: I just came to see Mike. I had been out of Ibadan for more than a month; so as I returned I decided to check on the church.
Me: how was it possible? I mean how were you able to maintain the Church Accounts? ……. never mind everything is online.
Helen: yes sir.
Me: so what help can I render to you?
Helen: I want to plead that the Accounts of the Church should not be moved.
Me: I can’t assure you that Helen. Because, of what I have been seeing. I did the reconciliation of the accounts and I saw some major lapses in the accounts. I had wanted to contact your bank to have a meeting.
Helen: so, thank God I came.
Me: don’t thank God yet. I am even contemplating to move the accounts from your bank.
Helen: (kneeling down) please don’t move the account from our Bank sir. I will do anything to ensure all your complaints are duly resolved.
Me: ok……… so what are we looking at?
Helen: state your terms sir
I told her what we wanted from the bank. After our discussion as she was leaving
Helen: can I contact you?
I gave her my contact details and she dialled my number. When she was going
Helen: help me to greet your wife and children
Me: (downcast) they will hear.
When she left, I logged on facebook.com and I tried opening a new account to at least be stalking Halima. What I saw on her page made tears to be streaming down on my face. I remembered when we were both in Nigeria establishing our businesses and when we relocated to South Africa. I was reminiscing about those events when the door was opened and Helen came inside
Helen: Accountant, what’s wrong with you sir?
Me: nothing. (cleaning my face)
Helen: (looking at the computer screen) is that your wife and kids
Me: Please Helen leave me alone.
Helen: (coming over to my side) Accountant, stop this emotional torture. I know it was painful what happened. But you have to put it behind you in order to move ahead.
Me: I will be fine.
Helen: will you be free this evening?
Me: I will be going home.
Helen: let me come and pick you. We will hang out somewhere………
Me: Helen don’t stress yourself
Helen: (cuts in) it is my call to make
Me: if you insist.
Helen: I forgot my power-bank in your office.
Me: ok.
Helen: I will call you around 5:30pm this evening.
Me: ok thanks.
I heaved a sigh of relief as she left.
To Be Continued…