Latter Day Rogue (Excerpts)

I got to know Helen some years back. Pretty young dashing girl, Helen. But before I knew Helen, I had seen her come to our office some weeks back. She was wearing a dark slim fitted shirt, with some very nice leather shoes...from her dressing, I could affirm that Helen had a spicy dress sense. I was marveled because, the reigning thing then, in the 80's was for ladies to wear high heels with a set of winged fixed nails. But Helen didn't pick after all these. Another time she came to our office, that was when she came to work as a media editor assistant for our press media outfit. This time around, words beyond the depth of human thought, flowed. I walked straight to her desk. I remember that day I came to the office a bit late; because I had to carry out a final collection on an information about the death of a foremost socio-political Journalist. He was killed, murdered, brutally dismembered by the process of a letter bomb. I approached her desk, "Good morning Miss" She stood up in a convivial mood, "morning sire". "sir, I am Helen, Helen Motunde...officially resumed for the position of media editor assistant..." "well, bravo. I am the Chief Editor and also Director of our Truthful Times Newspaper....you look sharp and pretty. Hoping to work with you soonest".