Droppel’s breath was hitched with a horrified gasp of terror and his legs trembled with a shake of fear. It was like he was watching the most dreadful horror movie anyone could ever watch but the difference was that it was his own life playing in that horror movie.Droppel felt like his eyes were burning with sulfur as he looked at those pictures. They were very embarrassing pictures of moments with his wife and side chick. He wasn’t even aware of some of the moments that were captured in the photograph like that of his wife sleeping with another man. Water fell from his eyes without him being able to control it as his feet suddenly felt heavy.His face was a reddened flush and his posture was a drooping shame as heavy embarrassment weighed in on him. Some of the photographs that he looked at were things that he may probably never know about for the next 15 years. How could someone else know so many secrets about what was happening in his life that he didn’t know about?Robert, who w

The whole vehicle went silent at the warning of the big man in a suit. His face was stern and imposing that they wouldn’t dare try to explore what he could do if they were rebellious - at least not with cuffs in their hands.Dwight, Zonam, and Uqaman reached the gate of the warehouse. It was a towering sentinel and a solid barricade that provided cover to the warehouse.They identified themselves as government regulators and got past the gate and into the office of the front desk clerk.“As we have said, we are government regulators and we want to inspect your inventory in line with the requirements provided by the law,” Dwight spoke, his voice clipped with measured tones of stern authority that carried weight.The three agents had files in their hands and their helmet was well placed on their heads as they made sure that they let out no clues into who they truly were. They knew that government agencies who were to inspect warehouses and inventories could always dress the same way th

Why did things have to be so complicated? Walking to the ends of the inventory itself was going to be such a long walk. He had to start whispering in everyone’s ears one by one. Could these inspectors just leave them alone and let them carry out their duty? He thought.Perhaps someone should be bold enough to ask them if what they wanted was a bribe. It wasn't going to be him making such a request though - he was scared that he would be roasted.Ishmael’s lips quivered in a deadly flutter of hesitation as he sought to find the right words that he could use to convince the men against going ahead with the instruction but no words came out of his mouth. They seemed to have so much conviction to go ahead with the task.Ishmael went ahead to everyone in the inventory and whispered the same words into everyone’s ears. “We are to go just outside the inventory because top government inspectors are here and they want to access our staff. Please make it quick.”Ishmael’s words as a hushed murm

***Back at the Truck where Robert, Droppel, and Laimer were, their cuffs were a deadly glint of pain as their faces were set in an expression of dejection.Laimer was filled with guilt as he couldn't help but blame himself for putting his friends in such a delicate situation. Even though he wouldn't admit it to them, he couldn't help but get broken by the idea that it was him who was the entry gate through which the dark agents could attack his friends and their warehouse company.But Laimer was smart enough to have kept his phone even though the dark agents had taken everything else on him. The moment he realized that he was going to be kidnapped, he made sure that he didn't lose his phone and hid it in his underwear.It worked out perfectly as he slipped the phone out from where he had hidden it.Robert gasped in surprise the moment he saw that Laimer still had the phone on him and gestured that he should put it away before he was caught by the stern-looking men in suits seated in

His senses were muddled as he gritted his teeth together in a slight frustration because of how difficult it was for him to get out of the confusion.The face looked so much like Rose but Alan could tell that she looked a little older than Rose. It was like, she was looking at a slightly older version of his wife, Rose Billing because the resemblance was definitely there.A wave of fear flowed through Alan and he didn't know when his cigarette fell off his hand because he was in confusion and trying to make sense of the situation.The lady had arresting features that were entrancing enough to draw eyes in her direction. Her face was glowed with an adorning flush of beauty and her eyes were like diamonds in light. Her body was a work of art, sculpted with the precision of a brilliant craftsman, each contour showcasing her womanly grace. Her hair cascaded in glossy waves, brushing against her shoulders and her lips were full and voluptuous.She moved her feet closer to Alan Greyson in