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Good work. Am waiting for the next chapter

At last I've caught up. Wow, just wow, like I'm so lllspeechless. This piece is d bomb, so intriguing, looks so realistic. Good job.

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Banks turned the flush knob and watched the Ziploc bags and foil wraps get sucked down the drain. Juliet’s instincts had been right – the foil bits which had been found floating on the toilet water in Lade’s toilet were used to wrap drugs. Uncomfirmed until now, for as the toilet water in the bowl settled, Banks could see bits of foil floating on it.
Juliet’s words echoed in his head. “…smart enough to hide evidence….” The sound of bare feet on tiles made him turn. Lade was standing on the bathroom doorway, and leaning on the frame with her arms and legs crossed.
“Is this all of it?”
Lade reluctantly unfolds herself to hand him a wrap of indian hemp. “I found this in the pocket of one of my trousers.” Her hand shook slightly as she held it out to him. Banks took the wrap of Indian hemp and dropped it into the toilet bowl. He watches the wrapping paper soak and unwrap to release the hemp leaf bits to float beside the bits of foil.
“What about Mike’s medicine cabinet? I saw some pain killers and vitamin pills and…”
“Don’t worry, I’ve hidden those!” Banks replied. Banks turns the flush knob again and watches it flush cleanly this time. He turned to find Lade now sitting on the neat bathroom tiles of the bathroom floor still leaning on the door. Banks went to sit on the floor opposite her, his back to the bath tub. They listened to the toilet flush, and then the cistern refill.
“Have you ever tried it?”
Banks frowned at her. “Drugs?” Lade nodded. Banks chuckled at the absurdity. “Nah!”
Lade sighed. “It’s like… the best feeling in the world. It could take away everything else… all the crap in your daily life… all your fears, and doubts… everything. Nothing matters anymore – hot and cold… moral and immoral. You just don’t care. Like you’re wrapped in the warmest blanket imaginable and you’re sleeping like a baby in a beautiful cot.” Her eyes glistened with tears. A drop fell on her left cheek but she blinked the rest away. Her eyes were filled with regret as she looked beyond Banks into the past five years. She folded her legs so her knees touch her chest and hugged her legs, suddenly feeling all alone. Still she saw Banks watching her, listening intently and waiting to hear more.
“But then you wake up, soon enough.” She sniffled and rubbed off escaping mucus from one nostril with the back of her palm. “… and that warm blanket… it is gone all of a sudden… and you’re cold, and empty… and… and… and desperate. You’ll do anything to have that feeling back. ANYTHING AT ALL.” By this time, her voice was breaking intermittently with the threatening sobs, tears streaming down her face. She doesn’t even bother wiping it.
Banks reached to wipe her cheeks with his fingers. He moved over to sit beside her, with his back to the bathroom wall. He curled an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. Lade laid her head on his shoulder and inhaled his cologne – Familiar, soothing, safe. They were silent for a full minute before she was calm enough to continue.
“I couldn’t continue school after the burial of my dad and Godwin. Uncle Balogun was in Katsina struggling with lung cancer – he’s late now – and he couldn’t help. There was this old loan shark my father owed before he died. We came up with an agreement. I worked at his bar while a part of my salary was used to pay off the debt. He was… always pressuring me to have sex with him, but I kept turning him down. I thought I was lucky when Sting showed up – clean and young. He didn’t have that scar on his face yet.”
Banks chuckled. “Yeah! That would’ve been a dead giveaway, wouldn’t it?”
Lade would’ve smiled if she wasn’t so moody. “I thought he really cared, you know. He paid off the rest of my father’s debt and got me an accommodation and a new job as a waitress. He was really friendly. He introduced me to the parties. A lot of people knew him and he introduced me to them. He wasn’t pressuring me into anything so after a while, I stopped seeing him as another opportunist and just relaxed. He got my trust and respect. I gave in to him… One day we… he dropped me off after a party where I’d been drinking heavy. I asked him if he wanted to come up, and that was that.
“He introduced me to everything I’m hooked on now – the booze, pot, smack, cocaine. It made me forget how miserable I was after my father’s death and dropping out of school… that I was alone in the world. It made me feel like, if Sting could see something in me, then I was still someone despite the fact that I wasn’t chasing to be who I wanted to be anymore… you know.” Banks nodded.
Lade sniffed and swallowed. “One day after I was hooked on the drugs, Sting said that he was broke and couldn’t buy me anymore drugs… but he knew someone… a friend… who likes me… and all I had to do was spend a few hours with him, and we’ll have enough for ourselves…” She faltered. She began sobbing, wetting his neck with her tears as she burrowed deeper into his familiar smell to escape her memories. Still, she continued. She had to tell him everything – this wonderful man risking everything for her.
“I did it,” she said falteringly. “All I could think about was how…”
“How he’d done so much for you and that was the first time he was asking you to do anything for him?”
Lade broke down while nodding. “It was simple psychology, I guess…”
Banks nodded and pulled her closer. He consoled her the best he could, whispering in her ear while stroking her locks. She stopped crying after a while and resumed her tale. “The money kept drying up after that, and I had to do more favors for his friends… needing more drugs… more money… more favors… After a while, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. I got swallowed up… by the need… did whatever it took. Imagine my surprise when I realized that My boyfriend was a pusher, like…high in the food chain… and he had other girls like me. I guess I was grateful that he stopped pimping me out and made me run other bigger errands.”
Banks frowned. No! He couldn’t run the risk of exposing her to the blowback that would come from her testifying against Sting while he was free. Cindy’s way was better regardless of how selfish it was.
Meanwhile Lade was still speaking. “I was on the edge most of the time, scared for my life. Ashamed of what my father would say if he saw me. I was working the streets two-four-seven… just to keep from getting insane. Still it was more than insane, Peter… more than…” She broke down and cried.
Banks kissed her forehead. “It’ll be alright in the end,” he said.
“Depends on what is at the end,” she replied with a sense of foreboding.
Banks’ cell phone rang, interrupting the mood. Lade leaned away from him as he took his hand from around her shoulder to take his phone out of his pocket. He frowned in surprise at the caller.
“Who is it?” Lade who noticed the change in his mood asked.
“The security man at my studio building,” he replied with a tone ripe with premonition.

***

Cindy alighted from the taxi and paid him off. She was wearing a blue mini gown and and black leggings. Long earrings dangled from her ears as she turned around looking among the cars parked outside the hotel building. She’d been told to look for a maroon color FORD FOCUS, license plate number CL542JJI.
Charles looked at the photo Banks had pinged him and compared it to the young lady who just walked into the hotel compound. It was the young woman he was supposed to meet. He watched her scan the premises for his car and walk towards him when she found it.
He reached over to open the shotgun door when she arrived. Cindy scanned the premises before climbing beside her. Charles started his car.
“I thought we were going to talk in the car? Where are we going?” Cindy asked frowning.
“Yes we’d talk in the car, but I’d rather be in transit while we do?” He backed out of his spot and made for the gate. “Banks trusts you. Why?”
“He does! Shouldn’t that be enough for you?”
Charles guides his car into traffic. “For me? Time would tell! But for some other interested parties, they’d prefer guarantees that you’re not going to lead us on a wild goose chase.”
Cindy stiffened. “Stop the car!” Charles frowned at that. “If you’re referring to the police, then I say pull over and stop this car! Sting owns the po-po! I no fit trust them! I thought it was just going to be you and me? You na private investigator, are you not?”
Charles continued driving. “I hear there was a raid on the house recently, one that wasn’t leaked to Sting beforehand. I don’t think that was masterminded by Sting’s minions, was it?”
She stopped to think about it. True. And yet, it was a tight rope she was walking. Despite the fact that Sting had the commissioner and the A.G in his pockets, someone had had the balls to raid…
“There is a secret task force of the NDLEA, spear headed by one Agent Simon and his godson Obinna. Obinna is the one who led the raid that arrested Lade. I have sufficient reason to believe that they are not in Sting’s pockets and have taken their time to screen and select others as clean as a referee’s whistle to assist in this taskforce. They have one objective, which is to…”
“Take Sting down.”
Charles nodded.
There would be blowback, but Cindy had already made her peace with it. “How exactly can I be of help?”
They got to a traffic light and Charles slowed down to join the short queue. “Peter said you promised to create a channel to inside information.”
“I did. Sting’s right hand man is in the hospital for an auto accident and that created an opportunity. The position is open temporarily for the next in command – Kunle is his name. He’s a dreamer, ambitious… wants the right-hand man spot for himself, sometimes. I think he could even kill Spencer for it, if he had the mind.”
“And this Kunle is your source? How?” He already knew the answer but wanted to hear it.
“I am fucking him!”
The beginning stages of a plan started forming in his head. “And he told you this?”
“He loves me… of course he did.”
“And do you…? Do you love him?” He looked her in the eye and smiled at what he saw there. Charles paused to think for a moment. “Maybe he deserves Spencer’s spot, don’t you think?”
They exchanged glances. Cindy’s eyes widened in shock when she understood his insinuation. The traffic light turned green, and they began to move again.

***

Banks pulled across the road outside the three building which housed his studio. A few people were outside the building talking excitedly. Banks recognized them as the people that worked at the other offices on the lower floors. Banks was surprised to see a police truck outside the building, He’d expressly ordered the security men not to alert the police, but someone had – probably a concerned neighbor.
He alighted from the Wrangler and walked across the road towards the building, oblivious of the BMW parked along the road ahead of him. Someone noticed him coming and the next instant all eyes were on him. That was when he noticed that some were media people – that’s if gossip columnists, bloggers and paparazzi should be included as media people.
As Banks made his way past the small crowd hurling questions and sympathies into the building, someone asked. “Mr. Bankole, tell us, could this be payback for the argument which involved your date at the graduation party at seventeen fifty-nine last two nights?” Banks stopped for a moment before continuing on his way up the stairs.
The studio had been broken into, thrashed and set ablaze. It was a good thing there was a fire-alarm system that was attached to sprinklers which had been triggered to put out the fire. As such there was no real damage to the building, but everything else was roast.
Banks was devastated. All the hung paintings, unfinished works, the easel, and the unused canvases had been thrown together into a pile. Even the rug and furniture were affected After speaking to the policemen and giving them his statement, he got into his makeshift office and den. Nothing had been touched there. His papers and laptop was as he’d left it. The few clothes and shoes in his wardrobe were also intact.
About an hour later, the police were done. Banks had a short meeting reassuring the managers of the other businesses. A little breach didn’t mean security was no longer intact. He’d been the one targeted, as such their businesses was safe.
He put his office papers, work laptop and clothes into a bag and threw them into the back of his car. With all the phone cameras, Banks was sure he was going to pull traffic to some highly opinionated sites full of hear-say. Too bad he wasn’t a sucker for attention, this would’ve been a perfect wannabe artist publicity stunt. Another thing was sure – his mom was definitely going to hear about it before the end of the day.
From down the street, Taiwo and Kunle sat patiently in the B.M.W and waited it all out. When Banks finally got into his car to drive away, Taiwo threw away his cigarette and turned on the ignition.
“Better not lose him. This might be our only chance.”
They watched Banks drive past them without so much as a glance. Taiwo got into traffic behind him and followed suit.

***

“It’s not the first time she is telling on him,” Jerry said. They all turned to look at him. It was the first sentence he’d made since their discussion began.
Jerry was wearing a brown sleeveless shirt that was tight on his muscle-ripped body. He sat at one end of the table smoking a Cuban. Mandy the albino, Dangote, Mandy’s right hand man, thin, with a look of dare-devilry, and Bobby, late Jimmy’s brother were all at the table under one of the shade trees in Mandy’s backyard. Mandy and Dangote are smoking pot. Bobby isn’t smoking, but like the others, he has a glass of bourbon on the table in front of him. The bourbon bottle is on the table.
“Are you saying she’d snitched on him before and he still kept her alive?” Mandy asked.
“I guess the rumors are true. He has a soft spot for the skirt,” Dangote said, smiling.
“I doubt Sting realized, but she warned me,” Jerry said. “Sting wanted to use her to lure me in, but she told on him.” Then, he went on to tell them about the call from Nicky. He’d sat at his car watching as Sting and his boys arrived at the rendezvous and left in disappointment, thanks to Nicky’s whispered warning at the end of the conversation.
They all exchanged glances with each other as the implication of Jerry’s statement hit them. If she did it once, would she be willing to do it again? How would they get her to snitch for them?
Mandy drained his glass. “We should meet this Nicky. If Jerry here is right and she is building a mind of her own, then surely we can make our interests align.”
Bobby scowled at that. “She could be the one they say was supposed to be with Jimmy when he was found dead.”
“Maybe? Why should we care?” Dangote asked. “If she is willing to help us bring her oga down, then all her sins can be taken to the cleaners.”
“She is mine, if she is the same girl! I’m here to…”
“We are here to return the status quo!” Dangote shouted, banging the table. “Not for petty revenge! Or are you no longer interested in taking back Jimmy’s turf? We could do it without you if you like!”
“You can’t do it without me, Dangote! That would just be a counter coup, and you know I have Jimmy’s resources and the loyalty of all his boys.” Bobby shouted back glaring at everyone at the table.
“You mean, the ones still in the game? How many are left?” Dangote sneered.
“Enough!” Mandy raised his voice loud enough to cut off whatever Bobby’s reply was going to be. “Is this a pissing contest? You both claim to be leaders, so act like it! No one is doing this without you Bobby, but like Aliyu just said, this is now more about the money we are not making, about turfs we are losing than about Jimmy! Jimmy is dead! RIP! But so what? It would be my pleasure to give you Sting to kill yourself if that would pacify your hunger for revenge, but business must continue.” Mandy turned to Jerry. “How do we find this woman?”
“That is going to be a little problem with that? Word is she eloped, with a boy.” Jerry said. There was a surprised look on everyone’s faces. Mandy looked disappointed.
“If Sting finds her before we do, she’d be dead and useless,” Dangote said.
“I can find her. Give me a day or two.” Jerry said.
“We may not have a day or two.” Mandy replied, then the thought struck him. “What use is she to us if she is no longer part of Sting’s organization?”
Good question! Jerry shrugged with a knowing smile – a smile that was lost to all present except Mandy’s watchful eyes.

Nice story Johnspurgeon014.I am wowed and totally in love with this story.

You are a great writer, I love your consistency and promise keeping.

I think there is a little mix-up somewhere. At the beginning of the story, you said the name of the man Sting killed, through the help of Lade , was named Johnny, but in this last update, the name I see is Jimmy.

johnspurgeon014:
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CHAPTER ONE

Banks stared at the African woman clad only in a piece of loincloth around her waist, her breasts hanging off her torso like pawpaw fruits as she was bent over, scooping water from the stream in front of her. After a minute’s consideration, Banks touched the undersides of her pregnant belly with a brush to make it look even heavier. She wore colored beads around her arms and a pair of dangling ear rings made of shells. It was almost life-sized and a side-view painting. He heard the door into the studio open and turned to see Andy enter with a brown bag that had the shape of the bottle inside it.

“WOW! This is a copy, right? Damn! Boy, you’ve gotten really good at this!" Andy exclaimed on seeing it.

Banks smiled and turned to continue staring at the life-size painting on the canvas, still wet from his brushes feigning even more concentration than he had in that moment. He was especially proud of this one. It’d taken him two back-breaking days to get it all out of his head and onto the canvas.

"I thought you said it was going to be a beautiful girl taking a bathe in a stream surrounded by nature."

"I like this better. African Arts Press is going to do a review on it. Maybe a few galleries will be interested too." Banks replied.

"Or you sell it to your mom. I'm sure she has a client who deserves a nice business gift." Andy said in his characteristic bit-joking, bit-serious manner.

Banks dropped his paint brush in a basin of multi-colored water on a table next to the canvas-heavy easel. He walked to the sink on the far side of his painting studio to wash his hands. "When did the girls say they'll get here?" He asked, turning again to look at Andy.

Andy had taken out the bottle of Grant Whiskey from the brown paper bag and was carrying it to the refrigerator at a different corner of the large art studio. "I thought I’ll meet them here. Chika texted me while I was yet at home that they are on their way."

As if on cue, they heard a knock on the door which opened and the two girls entered. They both could've easily passed for sisters, even though they were only cousins. Both their mothers were twin sisters. Chika's parents still lived in Port Harcourt while their daughter had moved in with her cousin Jennifer who lived with her own mother in the city of Lagos, where they both schooled. Jennifer was more cultured and sophisticated, but while Chika was prettier, she was born in the largely middle class city of Port Harcourt, and as such lacked the sort of refining her cousin had.

They both wore body fitting evening gowns. Jennifer had a jacket on. Chika had a hand bag while Jennifer held a simple burberry purse. "Hey guys!" Jennifer exclaimed. Then she saw the painting on the easel and got excited. "Oh my god! Banks, this is awesome!"

Chika meanwhile frowned at Banks. She turned to Andy. "Jenny, can you imagine we were in a hurry to get here? Banks is still covered in paint!" She said glaring at Banks. Banks laughed her off and began putting away his equipment.

"He's a guy, he can be ready in five." Jennifer replied quickly on his side as usual. "But is this painting cool or what? Somebody buy it yet?" Jennifer asked Banks.

"Nobody has even seen it yet. I don't think i'm done with it either. There are certain ideas I’m still mulling over…" Banks said.

"Guys! The mall closes by ten! The place won't wait for us! Jennifer and I still have lots of shopping to do for tomorrow's decorations and stuff!" Chika announced.

"Then we go to Crash." Andy said. The first he opened his mouth since the girls entered the room.

"No! Too noisy! How about that bar we found about a month ago? I loved that place." Jennifer said.

"Well, this is seven-zero-five already! P.M! And you all know I don't like hurried shopping!" Chika said, drawing everyone back to her topic.

Banks turned his back at them and rolled his eyes in quiet exasperation. He took off his t-shirt to reveal tight back muscles and a body well-toned at the local gym. His jeans hung to his hips as he walked towards a makeshift office further inside the art room. Jennifer averts her gaze and smiled shyly when she noticed Chika and Andy watching her stare at Banks body disappear past a doorway with amused, knowing looks on their faces. Jennifer blushed fiercely.

nice story bro.i misplaced my phone that i stored your number.

One thing I love about Johnspurgeon014 is his consistency. I hope it lasts till the end.

SPDAZZY:
Nice story Johnspurgeon014.I am wowed and totally in love with this story.
You are a great writer, I love your consistency and promise keeping.
I think there is a little mix-up somewhere. At the beginning of the story, you said the name of the man Sting killed, through the help of Lade , was named Johnny, but in this last update, the name I see is Jimmy.

Thanks a lot. Will adjust it at the next editing.

This is a blockbuster of a story. The real Jagaban

***

Andy was washing the Mercedes convertible out at the lawn in the front yard when the gates swung open for the Wrangler to drive through into the compound. Andy stopped to turn and stare at the Wrangler driving up towards the building. Banks noticed him and horned. He pulled up in front of the garage and alighted, smiling at the look on his cousin’s face as he walked to join him on the lawn.
“See a ghost?”
Andy chuckled. “I need to re-check my dictionary for the meaning of ‘hiding’ because it’s obvious I misunderstood what you are supposed to be doing between you and your girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend! That’s a first!” Banks grinned. They ‘chopped’ knuckles even though Andy’s hands were soapy. “Is Vanessa in?”
Andy nodded. “She’s mad at you though.” Banks frowned at that. “She saw the video online, about the fight at the party.” Banks’ eyes widened in surprise. “You haven’t seen it?” Banks shook his head, dumbfounded at the news. Cat got his tongue. Andy shook his head. “It’s all over the internet; on facebook groups mostly - Best Graduating Student in a Bar Fight, or something along the lines.”
No wonder someone had tried to link it to the arson attempt at his studio. It was everything Lade had been afraid of.

***

“This must be the place!” Taiwo said. Kunle nodded staring at the gate of the compound they’d seen the Wrangler disappear into as they drive past.
“What now?” Taiwo asked.
Kunle took out a cigarette and lit it. He offered one to Taiwo who shook his head. Kunle lit his cigarette and took a long, satisfied drag. He took out his phone and made a call. It got picked at the second ring.
“We have a problem! Where are you?”
“I’m sitting outside fresh boy’s house!” Kunle replied, frowning at Sting’s tone.
Sting was silent for a moment. Then in a calmer voice he said, “Good, but get back here at once! We have more urgent matters to handle.”
Kunle blinked in surprise. “Alright! I’m on my way!” Kunle ended the call and scowled at the phone. Urgent matters! This man has been on his neck for the past week to find Nicky and now that her hideout has been found, something else is more urgent.
“So, what now? What did Sting say?”
Kunle shrugged, barely hiding his disappointment. “He wants me back at the workhouse! Something is up. You’d drop me off and then come back here and keep an eye on this house.”
Taiwo nods. “Okay!” He started the BMW.
“And don’t raise any suspicions ‘cause I won’t come to the police station to bail you if you get caught casing a house after what happened last time.”
Taiwo shook his head, pressing his lips into a thin smile and put the gear in drive.

***

Banks could hear his sister ranting at someone from the corridor outside her bedroom suite. He couldn’t make out what she was saying but it was obvious she was mad at someone. He knocked and opened the door.
Vanessa stopped talking and turned to look at the door. She was lying on her stomach on the bed, propped up by her elbows. “Talk about the devil! Get your ass in here!” She turned to face her laptop on which she was skyping with Mike who was wearing a white vest and a military cap, and sitting on a bunk bed. “Mike, I’d have to get back to you later, tonight!”
“Good to see you Peter!” Mike shouted and waved at Banks who walked into his view.
“Hey Mike!”
Mike returns his attention to his pouting girlfriend, giving her a smug smile. “Go easy on him,” he said before a scowling Vanessa slapped the laptop shut.
“Go easy on me?”
Vanessa picked up her tablet and showed it to his face. “Finally, your wish have been fulfilled.” Banks got closer and took the tablet from her while she sat up. She was wearing a tank top and jean shorts. Banks saw the pictures on facebook – Lade had a broken bottle and was facing off Godwin’s three friends while Godwin was on the floor clutching his bleeding leg. Banks scrolled down. The second picture had Andy and Bayo fighting off Godwin’s friends while Banks dragged a tear-faced Lade off the scene.
Vanessa snatched the tablet from his hand. “A bar fight on the night of your graduation, where you won best graduating student?”
“You weren’t there Sister Vee! You think she is just a reckless tout spoiling for a fight? The guy she stabbed tried getting her number and when she turned him down…”
Vanessa scrambled to her feet and slapped him. “You’re not listening! If you are, you’d hear it loud and clear that nobody gives a crap about your explanations or whose fault it was! Definitely not those people with their hungry cameras looking for gossip! Definitely not mom’s business associates who’d definitely heard whatever version of this shit that made its way to them! Definitely not me either! That girl is trouble! And she has no place in this house ‘cause that is all she would bring us! Am I loud and clear enough?”
Banks was shocked at the slap, but had recovered sufficiently enough. “And I don’t give a shit about any of it Sister Vee! Not, these gossip channels! Not mom’s business associates! Where were they when we were just poor, regular people? And after this slap, I don’t give a shit about what you think about Lade, and what you think this house needs either! I love her! Am I loud and clear enough for you Sister Vee?”
He didn’t wait for a reply from a stunned Vanessa. He turned to walk out of the room and almost bumped into Andy who was eavesdropping from the drive way. Andy stepped aside and stared at him walk away without so much as a word.

***

Tobechi looked at the wall clock and sighed at the stack of files on his desk. He still hadn’t gone through a quarter of the paperwork the new deputy director had given him. Okay not just him. There were twenty other agents that had been taken off field duty and re-assigned the task to revise paperwork from fifteen other NDLEA divisions. It was past working hours and it was okay to clock out as he had a month to submit his report. It’d been a week of reviewing paperwork. He still couldn’t tell what Simon hoped to achieve, but the new boss had spoken and had to be obeyed.
He left his office a few minutes later with his laptop and walked down the corridor to the elevator just as it arrived and slid open. Charles stepped out of the elevator while Tobechi stepped in, exchanging ‘hellos’ as they walked past each other. Charles suddenly turned and stopped the sliding doors with his hand, Tobechi frowned at him.
“Sorry! Where can I find Simon’s office?” Charles asked.
Tobechi eyed him. “You’re on the wrong floor. His office is two floors up, though I doubt he’d still be here this late,” he said, giving his wristwatch a cursory look.
“I’m almost late for our appointment. Thanks for the directions.” He released the doors to slide close and went to find the stairs.
Tobechi made out of the building and walked to where his Peugot 607 was parked. On his way he noticed Ese’s car and smiled musingly. He wasn’t the only one catching up on work. He also noticed Kemi’s car and that got him frowning. She had not be assigned paper work to review. Coming to think about it, Ese hadn’t been assigned paper work either. Tobechi looked around the parking yard. Simon’s Hilux was at its reserved parking lot. He found Dare’s car, Nadia’s too.
He got to his Peugot and put his laptop in the back seats. He made to enter his car but hesitated. He couldn’t shake off the nagging suspicion that something was up – something he didn’t know about. After the raid on one of Sting’s properties had gone down without his knowledge, he’d suspected something he wasn’t privy to was going on. He had to find out if his instinct was correct. He locked his car and got back into the building.
The elevator deposited him on Simon’s floor. He found Kayode, Simon’s driver standing along the corridor at the door outside Simon’s office. Tobechi smiled at him as he approached.
“I don’t remember ever seeing you standing here before?” Kayode shrugged. They shook hands. “I’m here to see oga boss.”
“He’s having a private meeting and asked not to be disturbed.”
“There is this errand he sent me and he’d be disappointed if I don’t let him know the outcome before I clock out.”
Kayode shrugged unconcernedly. “You can call him on the phone, or leave the message with me.”
Tobechi was disappointed. “I get it! I’ll give him a call like you said.”
“It is Oga Simon’s express orders not to be interrupted. I’m sorry.” He wasn’t. He was just doing his job. Tobechi understood this. He nodded and turned to walk away.
Tobechi got back to his car but didn’t drive away. It was almost sunset when he saw Dare, Kemi and Ese talking as they exited the building and separate to go to their various cars. Kayode exited next and went to stand by Simon’s Hilux. Nadia, Simon and the guy he’d run into at the elevator exited last. They stopped outside the building, and after a brief discussion, they too dispersed to their respective cars.
Fact determined – something he didn’t know about was going on. Now he had to find out what, but HOW? All the officers involved were on the same paygrade with him and wouldn’t be compelled to share their agenda with him, especially since Oga Simon was so hell bent on keeping his cards close. All Tobechi wanted to know was if it had anything to do with Sting.

Following ardently...
Thanks for your consistency Johnspurgeon014.
Dandypearl; boo of life how u?

Omo....I love this story oo

heemah:
Following ardently...
Thanks for your consistency Johnspurgeon04.
Dandypearl; boo of life how u?

I dey loyal. Have u seen donkross1 around Or he decided to go to his Ex's house again

Wow!finally i've caught up with u guys,such a wonderful story u've got here Johnspurgeon thumbs up for this beautiful piece.This piece is an eyeopener to the things happening in our society.

DandyPearl:
I dey loyal. Have u seen donkross1 around Or he decided to go to his Ex's house again

Nay! Been a while I saw him....He has lots of them so don't know who to mention sef. Lolz..

Such a great story..full of suspense...keep it up boss

Nice story. Got me hooked all day.

Been on this for the past 3 days, can I just get some more? Action packed, suspense filled, its classic. Keep it up bro

DandyPearl:
I dey loyal. Have u seen donkross1 around Or he decided to go to his Ex's house again

Errhm.... What's up?

Aren't you the one I saw at UIL's thread? So, you come here?

I have got a new addiction - JOspurg

donkross1:


DANDYPEARL

Na only dandypearl u see for here abi??

heemah:

Na only dandypearl u see for here abi??

My sweet mango HEEMAH . Been a while.. How are you

Temmi001:
Errhm.... What's up?

Aren't you the one I saw at UIL's thread? So, you come here?

Yeah. I'm MTN(everywhere you go)

donkross1:





DANDYPEARL

Welcome back to the land of 'THE LITERALITES'

DandyPearl:
Welcome back to the land of 'THE LITERALITES'

Lol tanku ma.

DandyPearl:
Yeah. I'm MTN(everywhere you go)

ooh, Nice.. sent a PM.

Temmi001:
ooh, Nice.. sent a PM.

not veiwing jare

DandyPearl:
not veiwing jare

Lol... Gotten..