ON THE RUN"Sir, we have reasons to believe Madam Rebecca is trying to leave the country. Our men at the airport axis have reported seeing her with big luggage leaving home en route to the airport.""Are you sure?" Caleb asked even though he could already guess the answer. With her husband taken which she has probably been informed, she might know he will go after her next. "We are sure, boss." "Right. Stay on the line while I call my contact at the airport."He was referring to Mr Ramirez. He didn't have to call anyone else when the man might pull something faster like a rocket flying through the sky. Antonio himself didn't let him land when he chipped in, "Is there a problem at the airport?"Caleb nodded. "Madam Rebecca is trying to sneak out of the country." "Who is that?" "It's the ex-don's wife. Perhaps she has gotten wind of her husband's gunshot injury and is afraid I might send men after her. That's why she wants to leave the country." "But do you really need her?" Mr Ra

TOO HOT "She is a stubborn woman and will not willingly disclose anything unless we make her a deal.""What kind of deal?"Caleb shrugged. "I wouldn't know until we find out what she's afraid of losing and then offer her a guarantee of safety. She might jump at it like a horse would wiggle its tail when you dangle a carrot before its eyes.""That's not a bad idea. However, I think it wouldn't be enough to threaten a woman of such grit. If it's somehow confirmed that Hart is not El-Zaki's son, what we really need is to find out whether he has other children that may rise to fight the woman once they learn the truth." That was another angle Caleb hadn't considered. However, he didn't need to find out about his other children because Hannah had already attested that Bella was his child. And Bella's case was enough to cause trouble. It was going to have a sweet ending when the proud peacock discovers that the ordinary chicken is the preferred domestic pet. Caleb didn't want to complete

DOOMSDAY Everyone's attention was turned in the direction of the intruders. "Gentlemen, how may we help you?" the lady questioned. "It's more about how we may help you," Caleb responded. Barrister Crusoe kept his face down avoiding Hart's gaze. The director spoke next. "Yes, let's hear you out." "Good day, lady and gentlemen. My name is Caleb Dezani of Dezani Cosmetics," he introduced himself. The director narrowed his furrow, and the three men seated to the right of the lady gasped. The other three including the lady shone their eyes in disbelief. "You mean you're the CEO of Dezani Cosmetics!" "That's correct," Caleb said suppressing a grin at their dramatic expressions. The director went on. "How may we help you? I mean you already said it's you who wants to help us, so please, to what do we owe this August visit?" "Well, I was reliably informed that you were asking to see the original documents of DeZ Cosmetics." "Dez Cosmetics isn't the same as Dezani Cosmetics, am I

DISCOVEREDIt was lunchtime and Caleb realised he was starving. All he had eaten the previous day was toasted bread and salad prepared by Hannah and Bella. Then in the afternoon, he didn't have time to eat as he spent it trying to help them settle down at the new place he got for them. Later that evening, he was called to be at Primo Palace and all he took was a bottle of the most expensive wine which he shared with Mr Ramirez. And later on in the night, he drank French wine as they talked.He felt his stomach growling in protest. Even Abhi heard it from his office and teased him. "When Madam Leah was begging you to have breakfast at home you said food was the least of your worries. Now the worms can't bear it anymore that they want to cause a volcanic eruption in your stomach." Caleb didn't know when he let out a burst of laughter. "You're crazy, man!" "I swear I've been so busy that I can't wait for all of this to be over so I can take a month-long vacation." "Sure. You will ne

MAKING CONCESSIONEl-Zaki woke up for the third time since he was shot and realised he was in a different atmosphere.This new place smelled of drugs and drip water. "Where am I?" he asked no one in particular. A male nurse who was attached to him was sitting by a desk writing. He looked up and said, "You are in an infirmary. You were shot but now recovering." El-Zaki tried to look around and the effort made his head hurt. "Who shot me and which infirmary is this?" The nurse was instructed not to answer any questions past introducing himself and offering medical care. "I'm sorry sir but you shouldn't be concerned about that. You are responding well to treatment and your wound is drying up faster than expected. Please tell me if you feel any pain or want anything." The man stubbornly tried to sit up and felt a sharp pain on his side." Oh gosh! My rib!" he grunted. "Lie still," the nurse advised. He looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time for your midnight draught. It will