A DONOR EMERGES"Doctor, there is no AB-negative blood in the blood bank," the theatre attendant returned, a shivering look on her face."What!" Doctor Fernandez muttered behind her nose mask. Never in the history of Parklane Hospital had they run out of blood, even the rarest kind.She turned to observe the patient's face. El-Zaki was looking pale and yellowish as a jaundiced neonate."The laboratory attendant says we should bring a donor," the theatre assistant said making her look away sharply. "Get me Doctor Robinson on the phone," she declared to the assistant. The doctor answered on the first ring. "We have a big problem, Doctor Robinson. The patient is losing a lot of blood and needs a transfusion." The older doctor who feared that this might come up said hopefully, "Get it from the blood bank. Parklane Bloodbank usually has enough blood - even the rarest type." "I fear not today," answered Adriana with an exasperated sigh. "The blood says they're out of AB-negative blood."

UNBELIEVABLE "Have you noticed there's a black Toyota Corolla car following behind us at a safe distance?" Caleb alerted Abhi. He looked closely through the rearview mirror and spotted the car. "Oh, yes. Who do you think it is?" he asked feeling a little disconcerted. "And since when did you notice it?" "Shortly after leaving the venue of the meeting." "Really? And we've navigated two bends cutting through different routes, still they follow us," he said grabbing the steering so hard his temples started to whiten. "What should I do next? Do you have a gun with you just in case? Since you've become popular, you should have your own official escorts who are licensed to carry guns." Abhi was talking fast, most of his sentences came as rhetorical questions while others were plain suggestions. "Pull over at the next eatery you see," Caleb ordered him. His tone was so full of authority it startled his friend. "I am ready to take on them this time." Abhi silently nodded and did as he

JEALOUSY SETS INCaleb responded with a nod of the head because his mouth was busy chewing food. "I'd like to personally apologise for the misunderstanding that happened a while ago," the manager went on, "And I hope you won't strike out our restaurant from amongst the top-ranked food vendors around the city." He was clasping his both hands in a plea fashion. Mia stood listening completely dazed. "When did he become a don?" she whispered to Elena. "Didn't you watch the news?" her friend returned. Mia shook her head. "My DSTV subscription had expired since...." She broke off not wanting to talk about her fight with Hart. Then she heard the manager asking Caleb what to do about the situation. "How do you want her matter to be handled, Don?" Caleb cleared his throat and took a sip of the Chateau Mouton Rothschild wine. He made a smacking sound with his lip to indicate he was enjoying the taste. "I wouldn't want her sacked outrightly as this may be her only source of livelihood," h

YOU BETRAYED ME"I will never donate my blood to a killer!" Caleb was seething with rage when Adriana told him what was at stake. "Of course, I don't mean that you should. But look at it this way: since you've been looking for a way to get hold of the original document containing your father's authenticity of the company which El-Zaki murdered him to take control of, you should use this as a perfect channel to demand for it," Adriana tried to explain. But Caleb wasn't having it. "You want me to stoop low and bargain with a killer for what's rightfully mine?" He unleaned from the headrest of the Lexus Nürburgring where they were staying to have the discussion just outside a wine bar. Caleb told her it was safer to remain in the car than to be seen in an open place until his security team was put together. "Besides that, you know the former don is very stubborn. He would rather die than submit himself to such humiliation," Caleb submitted. Adriana not wanting to give up without ano

TORN BETWEEN TWO EMOTIONSCaleb stared at the girl for nearly 30 seconds, lost in the glint of her sparkling grey eyes. And from the way her cheeks flushed, he could sense the girl must already know him. She tilted her head to the left and said quietly, "I will be fine." Then she wiped her face with a handkerchief and pressed a button on the handle of her wheelchair. It began to move. Caleb moved to stand in front of her. "Wait! You don't need to shy away from me. I'm Caleb, by the way," he introduced himself. "I already know who you are," she said shyly. Then she promptly removed her hands from the handle of the wheelchair when Caleb tried to touch her. "And I shouldn't be seen talking with you." "But why? I'm not a bad person," he assured her. She shook her head. "They don't think so," she whispered. "Who? Who are they?" Caleb moved to squat in front of her so that his head would be on the level with her face. But she turned her face away to avoid eye contact with him. "Please