Later that day, after the face-off with Modelisa, John left his workplace, his mind swirling with confusion and frustration. His thoughts were like a tangled mess, each one pulling him in different directions. The encounter with Modelisa had left him reeling, and he desperately needed to talk to Miss B.“Are you at the penthouse? I really need to see you right now,” John asked Miss B over the phone, his voice tinged with urgency.“No, I’m not. I’m at the office but about to leave for the penthouse,” Miss B replied, her tone calm and reassuring. “Is something wrong?” she added, a hint of concern in her voice.John dug his fingers into his hair, the pressure building in his skull. “No, I just need to see you. We have a few things to talk about,” he said, shrugging and sighing as if Miss B were standing right in front of him.“You could go to the penthouse. I’m sure to be there before you arrive,” Miss B said with her usual calm, soft voice.“Okay,” John replied and dropped the call.He
“That’s because he approached me some time back,” Miss B explained. “He wasn’t very clear, but it was about helping him bring down Stephanie. At the time, I didn’t take it to heart; I saw it as just another business alliance proposal. But now I see that he is serious.”John nodded, absorbing this new piece of information. “Interesting,” he murmured, more to himself than to Miss B.“Do you think we should be worried about him or consider forming an alliance with him?” Miss B quizzed, her eyes locking onto John’s, seeking his perspective.John was silent for a moment, deep in thought. The risks were numerous and daunting. “There’s too much risk involved,” he began slowly. “I know Brad likely has some details that we’re oblivious to, but it’s not advisable to trust anyone at this point. We can’t afford to make any missteps. I’m going to keep an eye on both Stephanie and Brad, figure out if they are working hand in hand. We’ve come too far to mess things up now,” John stated firmly, his
“What is that?” John asked with uneasiness, looking out with anxiousness.“After you told me about Gabriel Blake and told me to find out more about him, I sent out a few details. Finally, I just got a text from one of my lookout guys after scavenging about Gabriel Blake and Jeffery,” Miss B explained while adjusting her dress to cover her nakedness even more.John nodded his head and narrowed his eyes, the intensity of his urge to find out what Miss B had discovered glaring in his eyes. “So what?” The suspense was killing him.“Gabriel and Jeffery frequent a hotel for meetings. Probably because they lack a better place, but then I’m not sure,” Miss B explained.John contracted his eyes. “A hotel for meetings?”“Yeah, that’s what I got, but I’m not sure about the details,” Miss B shrugged.John heaved a sigh and allowed the words to deepen in his mind. “What hotel?” he asked while stroking his beard.Miss B quickly looked back and tapped a finger on her phone, which was about to go to
“Hi, Mr. John,” DD Patel greeted him with a smile as he entered.DD Patel was in her mid-fifties, dressed in a corporate black suit that accentuated her commanding presence. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, adding a touch of elegance to her professional demeanor. The office itself was a testament to luxury and power, with tasteful decor, rich wooden furniture, and an expansive view of the city skyline.“Good day, Patel,” John greeted, trying to match her poise.He had met Patel at a conference once, but at the time, she wasn’t on his level. That was a long time ago. The other time was when he tried to book an exclusive dinner night with Stephanie during the second year of their marriage. That memory was bittersweet now, a stark contrast to his current reality.“It’s been a while,” she said after shaking hands with John, her smile warm but guarded.“Yes,” John confirmed and sat down. “I need your help,” he went straight to the point, not wanting to waste time with pleasantri
John's brows lifted, forming a questioning arc above his eyes as he leaned in slightly, his gaze fixated on DD Patel. "Can you lend me a hand with something else?" he inquired, his voice a mixture of hope and uncertainty.Curiosity tinged DD Patel's expression as she awaited his request, her features betraying her eagerness to uncover his intentions.A moment stretched between them, pregnant with anticipation, as John pondered his words, searching for the right way to broach the subject."Before I delve into it, I need to ask: do they have a designated space they frequent?" John's tone was cautious, his hands coming together in a silent plea for understanding.DD Patel shook her head slowly, her lips forming a regretful line. "No, they don't confine themselves to a single room," she responded, her voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. "And as for installing a camera, I'm afraid that's out of the question. I'm willing to assist in any other way, but that request crosses a boundar
“Please, can you get out of the way?” Stephanie supposedly said to John.John blinked his eyes, still in shock, his heart racing so fast it felt like it might burst out of his chest. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing—Stephanie was right in front of him. His mind was whirling. Her presence seemed to pull him back to a time he had tried so hard to forget.But as he opened his eyes again, after blinking rapidly to clear his vision, he realized and discovered that in fact, it wasn’t Stephanie standing in front of him. His heart plummeted from its frantic pace to a confused stutter. It wasn’t Stephanie.He frowned, a deep line of confusion marring his forehead.“Excuse me,” the lady in front of him said, frowning right back at him. Her tone was sharp, pulling him out of his reverie.She was tall, with long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and had no similarities with Stephanie. John wondered why he had seen her as Stephanie earlier. Was his mind playing tricks on him? He could
John returned home, his footsteps echoing through the silent hallways as he roamed from room to room. He tried reaching Miss B repeatedly, but she wasn’t answering his calls. To make matters worse, Stephanie hadn’t returned home yet, even though the evening had already settled in, casting long shadows and a sense of foreboding over the house.John’s restlessness grew with each passing minute. A gnawing feeling of dread gnawed at him, making him uneasy about everything that was happening. After what felt like an eternity, Stephanie finally called him back and asked him to come over.With his heart pounding and mind racing, John made his way to her building. His thoughts were a tangled mess of anxiety and suspicion. Had Stephanie discovered his secret affiliation with Miss B? What was going on? The questions swirled in his head, refusing to settle. Even before he left his room, he tried calling Miss B one more time, but there was no answer. He desperately wanted to know what was happe
John managed to get himself to the Fatoki Resort. It had taken him some careful planning before he left the mansion, ensuring he wouldn’t arouse suspicion. He had tried to reach out to Miss B to update her on the present happenings, but she hadn’t picked up any of his calls. This worried John immensely; the weight of the unknown hung heavy on his shoulders, growing more burdensome with each unanswered ring.The situation became even more distressing because John didn’t have the number of anyone who worked with Miss B. He stood at the entrance of the resort, his heart pounding as he made one final attempt to call Miss B. When she still didn’t answer, he sighed deeply and decided to enter the resort.As he stepped inside, the first thing John noticed was Jeffery’s car parked in the lot. Relief and anxiety washed over him simultaneously. The presence of Jeffery’s car confirmed that he was indeed at the right place, but it also meant Jeffery was nearby. John’s senses heightened; every