Engs Martinx

Engs Martinx
written by okoro sunday ejih
episode 1

Ibran hotel gate post was tightly secured. I drove less speedly at the post and unarmed myself before i alighted from my car. I jammed the door and walked majectically toward the door. I roamed my eyes arround and was settled when i sighted my target’s car parked outside the hotel before i jolted to my steps. ‘hi you’ i greeted first with smile. ‘where is your pass?’ one of the boucer asked in his thick voice. I quickly sought for a manipulated card and deposited it in askee’s hand. He scruntinized for some times before returned it and opened the small gate for me. The melodies of the song from the big bass speaker were penestrating me. ‘The party was quiet hot’ i muttered. I walked toward the registration centre ignoring a whore that war curding on me. ‘Hi’ i greeted ‘how may i help you?’ the registerer asked politely. ‘ i want to register for a seat”
‘it’s 10k’ he retorted
i deposited 10k on his table and i was given a number 885 seat. ‘ where do i get it