Mr. Greyson put a finger in the air in remembrance of something. “Look, I have her picture somewhere here,” He reached for his drawer and checked between the stacks of papers one by one for where he had hidden the picture.“Yes, here. Take a look at this. This is what Fayette Badur looks like now,” Mr Greyson said. “It's a recent picture that my scouts were luckily able to take when she was at the airport.”Alan’s concentration deepened with a high intensity as he analyzed the picture very well. The image crackled with a flicker of thickness but her expression in the picture was softened. She didn't exactly look like a bad person in the photo not to talk of a terrorist. She had a bleak smile on her face as she had a cell phone to her ear making a call. She was wearing a clean black Abaya that flowed with a deadly cascade of black. Her jewelry was sparkling with a touch of class. Her rimmed eyes were piercing and with a wonderful intensity of beauty.“I know what you might be thinkin
CHAPTER 26***Rose Billing returned to her husband, Mr. Lawrence’s residential suite. Mr. Lawrence owned a five-star hotel suite that had many rooms and a few floors. Everything about the hotel was tinged with modern designs and decorations - it was Mr. Lawrence’s comfort place.Rose couldn't help but think about the answer that Mr. Billing gave to her when she asked him to tell her the truth about the video recording that was made which made her divorce Alan.She couldn't help but curse herself in her mind. How naive was she to listen to Mr. Billing and Lesley when they were showing her the video proof that Alan stole the pendant?She should have been more critical especially when she knew that they never liked Alan in the first place, she reasoned.They got what they wanted and now she was left to regret divorcing the man she cared about and being stuck with Mr. Lawrence.Mr. Lawrence was a controlling man who always believed that his way of doing things was always right. He never
There were two young ladies, probably in their mid-20s behind the door. They were almost completely naked and it was easy to tell that they were wh**es. Rose gritted her teeth in irritation when he saw the ladies. Their makeup was thick and overdone. Their hair was tousled and a complete mess as they wore high heels. Their attire was a complete demonstration of whoredom as they wore only green bikinis, their features bursting out without any concern. Strange-looking tattoos were also drawn on their features. Rose’s posture was rigid with a mask of uncertainty. “Yes, how can I help you?”The two ladies busted into an unprovoked laughter as their eyes glazed and were unfocused. Their movements were a deadly swirl of intoxication and Rose was perceiving the smell of alcohol as they opened their mouths wide in laughter. “It seems you have gotten the wrong address,” Rose said and tried to shut the door angrily in their faces when she was met with a hand from one of the ladies preventin
“It’s this strange woman you brought as your wife. Can you imagine that she insulted us and told us to get out - who does she think she is to tell us that?” one of the hookers said.Rose’s face flushed with embarrassment the moment she saw Mr. Lawrence walk over to where they were. Her breath was held in a silent hope for redemption because she didn't want Mr. Lawrence to see her in such a demeaning situation.She had always tried to avoid him at any cost but fighting with one of his whores meant that she was letting herself loose.Mr. Lawrence turned his gaze toward Rose to know if she had any words of defense to what the hooker had said but her lips were set in a thin line as she gave no words in her defense. She wished it didn't come to the situation it now was.“She even had the guts to slap us,” the other hooker said, adding more fuel to the fire when she noticed that Rose wasn't going to defend herself.They were ready to cause as much commotion anyway since they never even like
He saw Rose’s iPad on the bed but it wasn't the iPad itself that got his attention. It was what was playing on the device.Rose didn't realize that she had left the video recording of the figure that was made to look like Alan stealing a pendant playing on the bed. The volume was reduced by the video was still playing.“That’s your iPad right?” Mr. Lawrence asked, his brows furrowed in concentration as he walked over to get the device.Rose traced her feet back and stood as a barrier in front of Mr. Lawrence, her eyes hanging low as she muttered. “Yeah, it's just an iPad Sir—and it's nothing important.”“But I want to see what’s on it, that’s all,” Mr. Lawrence insisted, his gaze piercing.Rose not wanting to stand in his way further or get him angry slowly stepped out of the way but still with a pleading tone. “It's confidential and not for everyone to see.”“What do you mean by it being confidential? You are my wife and there is nothing that you should keep from me,” Mr. Lawrence sa
***Mr. Billing was devastated by the latest situation concerning his company. The sales were becoming lower each day and things were not turning out positive anymore.Employees had to receive a huge pay cut because of the poor finances. Since Alan started producing the same products as that of Billing Company, the latter no longer had much sales. Many reviews were a testament to how Alan produced better beverage products compared to Billings. The embarrassing situation involving Lesley was also a contributing factor to the company’s financial breakdown.Mr. Billing decided to take matters on his own by visiting a crime kingpin, Jamal Griffith. He wanted to hurt Alan deeply and show him some levels so he decided to visit Mr. Griffith. Even though Mr. Billing’s company was broke, he decided to take a lot of money to see Mr. Griffith knowing that he would only accept his job if he could pay well.It was a risk visiting someone like Griffith because he was a hardened crime lord. He li
He finally evaded several of them before he met the boss - Griffith, the crime kingpin.Griffith’s body was a deadly canvas of terror. His body was a tapestry of scars and scary-looking tattoos and his teeth were like deadly rows of silent daggers. His presence was a cruel shadow of menace and his aura exuded fear.But what was more scary was that he had a snake around his neck which was curling and crawling slowly in a relaxed manner but with a deadly gust of venom. Mr. Billing had never seen anyone create so much fear in him before. His breath was held in a deadly terror as his heart pounded in a way that almost ripped out of his chest.Griffith curled his mouth dramatically and made a whistling sound, flaring his hands as if to tell him to back off.The young man who escorted him knew exactly what Griffith was signaling about. “Hey, pull off your shoes.”Mr. Billing turned his gaze toward the young man. Did he just tell him to pull off his shoes? What was the logic behind that? He
Griffith handed the substance in his small knife over to one of his men to pressure Mr. Billing into taking a sniff. “Come on, go give him this one.”The big guy’s face was very stern and cold as he angled the knife towards Mr. Billing’s face.“Come on, just a sniff mister,” Griffith encouraged in a fake tone of mockery.“No, please. I don't want it—I don't want any of it. I didn't come here for this, I don't want to have this,” Mr. Billing uttered in a cry for help as the big guy nudged his head upwards with his hands and shoved the knife towards his nose.Griffith then raised two fingers into the air to signify the big guy to let him be.Mr. Billing then heaved a sigh of relief, his breath steadying in an ease of tension.Griffith then followed it up by giving another signal with his mouth making a whistle for everyone around him to excuse him so that he could have a private time with Mr. Billing.All of the men who surrounded Griffith went their way as they made fun elsewhere.Mr.