DON'T LIE TO ME"I saw you with someone at the canopy shade late last night. Who was she?" Adriana demanded. "And don't even think about lying because I know it was a woman," she warned when Caleb chuckled trying to lighten the tense atmosphere in the room. He didn't want to prolong the argument so he went straight to the point. "Bella El-Zaki." "Oh, so why did you have to steal away like you were doing something illegal?" "Perhaps to avoid this kind of confrontation," he breathed slowly. "You've been like this since yesterday, thus anything I do will always be judged as sinister." Adriana knew he was right yet couldn't help feeling jealous. "Maybe if you had done the right thing like you promised a few months ago, I wouldn't feel this way," she complained. "Adriana," Caleb drew closer and held her face up in his chin, "Like I said before, I just came out of a harrowing relationship; one that nearly ruined my life. It would be irrational for me to jump into another without firs
AT A CROSSROAD"What you're asking me to do is suicide," shrieked Bella El-Zaki. "My stepmother will murder me if she catches me. Not to mention the Don himself.""I am the Don now," corrected Caleb. "I wield the power of life and death within this jurisdiction - and amongst the entire M75; because I am the number one leader. Thus, if anyone should fear for their life, it is those that have wronged me.""Or those who may refuse to do your bidding," added Bella thickly."This is not a question of doing my bidding," he went on, "it's about giving me something in return for giving you my blood." Bella opened her mouth to say something but the words would not come out. "Yes, I am blood group AB-negative." "Wonders shall never cease!" Bella managed to voice out. Then she continued to stare at him wide-eyed without uttering another word. But Caleb didn't want to waste any more time bargaining. He made to rise from his seat. "I have to get back to work," he stated. They were at the Fo
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"Quickly, move the car!" Hart ordered the bodyguard who was with him. "He's coming after us!""Hey, stop! Wait for me please," the second one pleaded running after the car. But Hart urged the driver to keep going when he saw Caleb closing in on the other bodyguard. "There's nothing we can do for him." Then he saw Caleb grab the guy by the shoulder and jacked him up like he was lifting a baby doll and flung him effortlessly onto the ground.It seemed surreal to Hart who kept gawking through the back windshield. He was thankful that Caleb didn't get into his car and chase them. Hart felt his face redden with embarrassment."Who would have thought a day will come when I'd be fleeing from that smug son-of-a-bitch," he muttered and ran his fingers through his hair. He felt a little soreness on the left side of his head near his ear where he had roughly brushed against the sharp edge of the car handle in the rush to get inside and shut the door. Caleb gave the man lyin
YOU MUST REVIVE HIMCaleb and Adriana both got up and rushed out of the office. Caleb headed over to the laboratory while Adriana made her way to the ward.In the commotion, Hart hadn't taken notice of the person sitting with the doctor. "Was that the donor you said was coming?" he asked her as she placed her stethoscope on El-Zaki's chest to listen to his heart rate. It was beating faintly. Adriana frowned and took a glance at the ECG monitor machine, it wasn't beeping. Did someone disconnect it? She wanted to ask Madam Rebecca when she started to bark at her son. "What sort of stupid question is that? Can't you see he's already dead?" Hart gazed at the motionless form of his father. He clutched the doctor's arm and shook her violently. "You've confirmed that he's dead? Is my father dead?" When he got no answer, he released her hand and bent over his father's body, touching his heart to see if he was still breathing. Hart couldn't hear anything above the buzzing noise of the st
NO DOCUMENT "Bella El-Zaki just called me now," Caleb said as soon as Adriana answered the phone. She had waited for all of them to leave the ward before stepping out to the privacy of her office. Only the nurse was allowed to remain inside with the patient. The other laboratory attendant had gone back to the blood bank. "Yes, hope she got the document because those two and the family doctor are returning to the mansion right now." Madam Rebecca had ordered Doctor Robinson to join them back to the house. The older doctor had no choice but to oblige her. Actually, he was afraid of what she might do if his name appeared in her black book"I'm afraid not. She claims the document is no longer in the safe where she earlier suspected the ex-don used to keep it." "Holy crap! But how is that possible? Who else has access to the safe?" "According to the girl, only her stepfather does. So I suspect foul play." "Are you saying the girl is playing you?" Caleb adjusted himself on the smal
A STRAY BULLET Elena took the seat opposite Caleb inside the mini plaza of the massive shopping complex. She was careful to avoid making eye contact with him.Caleb had put a call across to her stating that he had a business idea he wanted to share with her regarding the contract Dezani Cosmetics and Castor Oil were co-partnering. When she heard it was business-related, she quickly left the office and drove down to meet with him. As she sat down and Caleb continued to stare at her, it made her uncomfortable. "I don't see your portfolio nor any office folder containing some files in front of you," she began in a professional tone, keeping her laptop bag in the chair next to her. But Caleb didn't take his eyes off her face. "Perhaps if you'd stop staring at me like that," she added nervously. "Look at me," Caleb ordered her. "What?" "I said look at me eyeball to eyeball," he repeated. "Why? I can't." "Why can't you?" he asked, enjoying the torture of her discomfort. "Because
A KILLER ON RAMPAGE "You were right officer," Caleb started as soon as deputy inspector John took him into his office after returning from the crime scene. "I need my personal security escort henceforth." "I suggested as much earlier," the officer acknowledged with a little frown. Caleb was watching him and asked almost immediately. "Is something else on your mind?" He nodded his head and continued to frown. "Tell me, what is it?" "My men recovered the bullet that shot and killed the victim," he said in a drawl. "And?" Caleb straightened up in his seat, an eager expression on his face. "It didn't match with that of any of our local dealers here," he replied. Caleb was wondering what that meant. "So it cannot be traced?" "I'm afraid so," deputy inspector John shook his head slightly. There was an ominous silence inside the man's office. Only the banging sounds of metal doors opening and closing could be heard from outside the corridor where an extension of the cells was. "
BLOOD FOR BLOOD There was no doubt about it now that whoever was after him has firsthand information about his every movement. Caleb wound up his glass with the speed of light and matched on the accelerator. But to his utmost dismay, the car refused to start. "Damn it!" he cursed. He looked behind to see whether his security escorts had sprung into action. Just then, like the flicker of a scimitar knife swashing through the air under a scorching sun, he saw something shiny aiming at his face and swiftly lowered his head. What followed were the simultaneous thundering sounds of two gunshots in quick succession. The first one hit the handle of the driver's seat where he was and bounced off. The second however was targeted at his front tyre to bust it. The bullet couldn't pierce the tyre and ricocheted against it instead, hitting one of the gas plants. Whoosh! Everywhere shook like a volcanic eruption had taken place. Caleb didn't dare to raise his head as the accompanying sounds
THE ENDCaleb went to DeZ Cosmetics the next day with some men from the ministry to reopen the place. He still remembered a few of the staff there and began to call them one by one.Mr Apollo, the company's supervisor, was the first person he called. "Hello Mr Apollo, this is Caleb. Caleb Dezani. I'm calling from DeZ Cosmetics and I am in the office right now. Do you mind reporting to work?"The man grunted in disbelief. "But the company was closed down two days ago. And you no longer work there. Last I asked, I was told you took over as the CEO of another company." Caleb laughed. "Well, that last part is true. However, the company was under dispute and has now been resolved. I have reclaimed it as the rightful CEO and want you to return to work. Please while coming, do well to call others to report to work too. I shall be waiting at the reception hall."But Mr Apollo didn't call anyone until he got to the company and found out for himself that the place was indeed reopened. It was a
THE TRUTH IS OUT It felt like a nightmare as the black police Hilux which carried Madam Rebecca drove into the ministry. Her heart was thumping in her chest. She didn't know what to expect. She was ushered into the office by the officers who brought her with specific instructions from the inspector. Meanwhile, Caleb hadn't joined them. When the inspector asked whether he was going to the ministry from the station, he replied that he wanted his grandfather to be present during the meeting. "I need to go and pick him up at home." The two men shook hands, "Well, whatever happens, do not hesitate to ring me." "Thank you so much, Inspector. I hope we shall be able to meet and have that drink soon." The man laughed. "I will count the hours till I hear from you. Good luck!" he added. Caleb drove back home and lord Diego joined him to the ministry. Abhi couldn't follow because he had already left for work. But his stepmother, Leah, insisted on being a part of it. Caleb obliged her.
The FINAL NAIL The next man to interrogate him was the meanest of them. His face was cold and unfeeling."Why did you abandon your textile business?""I didn't abandon it.""Excuse me?""I did not abandon the business. I was defrauded and the business collapsed." "That means you went bankrupt after that?" He didn't answer. "Please can you speak up so the next person can take over?" "Not really. I had people who pulled resources together to loan me the capital I needed to rebuild my business." "And yet you didn't. Or did you?" Again he swallowed hard. "Okay, let me rephrase the question. As a businessman who was into textile, after you were defrauded and people loaned you money, did you rebuild your textile business?" "No." "So what did you do? "I went into partnership with someone in another line of business." "And what business was that?" "Cosmetics. I went into cosmetics." "Good. That will be all from me."By the time the rest of the members had interrogated him, El-Za
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
SLIPPING AWAYIt was Mr Ramirez calling back Caleb to tell him the men at the checkpoint said the truck was merely carrying items for charity.But Caleb knew better than to buy that lie. He remembered his own travel adventure with Pedro. How he had to hide at the bottom of Grandpa Carlos' truck loaded with cow refuse and feed for hours until they got to Woodward Valley from Greenville."But did they offload the entire truck to search?" he probed."I doubt that they did." "Okay. You should get to your hotel and remain inside. I just got info that the police team from yesterday may be visiting Cholula this afternoon." "Is that right?" "So I heard. Or better still, do not go to any hotel. Find somewhere else to lodge until you hear from me again." "But where else is safer than a hotel?" he asked feeling desperate. "I know a place. It's an old farmhouse occupied by an old couple. Fabian's grandparents." "Oh ho! Don't tell me this was your grand plan all along to make your friend see
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
SHOWING UPCaleb called the inspector of police, and he promptly answered. "To what do I owe this personal call?" he said cheerfully. "To a long-lasting friendship of mutual interests," he replied. Then he added, "I was hoping we could hang out maybe later in the day. What do you think?" "Oh, that would be wonderful. Let's make it eight o'clock this evening." "That's fine by me," Caleb consented. "What venue?" the Inspector asked. "FanFood Eatery." "I shall be there," the inspector promised and the call quickly ended. A notification dropped in Caleb's phone. He checked it was a text message. He hastily read through because he was behind the wheel. A delivery truck just turned up in the El-Zaki mansion. It has spent about 25 minutes inside the premises." The message read. Caleb immediately sensed something sinister. He pulled over and replied to the informant. "Have it followed and let me know its destination." The info made him feel a bit troubled. But he shrugged it off an
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
DETAINEDHart drove with bated breath heading to the ministry. He kept trying to reach his father to find out whether he was able to trace barrister Crusoe but his line remained unreachable.It was almost ten o'clock and his line wasn't still connecting. None of the bodyguards that went out with him had returned home last night. It was as if there was a conspiracy amongst them to abandon the mansion the moment their boss went incommunicado. Everyone was just acting strangely - including his mother. She had suddenly packed her bags after his father left the house telling him she was going on an emergency business trip but that she would call to inform him when to join her. "Where is this business conference, seminar, or whatever taking place?" "We'd be touring round different countries starting from Portugal. Then we'd move to Brazil and so on.""All within South America?" Hart had enquired. But she didn't give a definite answer. Surprisingly, not too long after she left for the ai