THE UNSEEN MOVEMiguel El-Zaki had been trying to make contacts with his men; at least the few ones who were still loyal to him."I am in deep trouble," he said when he arrived at the hotel where he asked them to meet and wait for him. "My wife alongside my son took an important document out of my safe while I was hospitalized and..." his voice broke off."The mistake was in not telling us you went under the knife," one of the three men at the meeting began."Yes that's true," the second man concurred. "Even Mr Amos Adelio defected as a result of you keeping everybody in the dark." It was the third man that contributed. They were all greatly displeased. "You could have told one of us at least. And someone would have kept an eye on your properties." "My lawyer, barrister Alfred Crusoe, was handling that well enough before I left," El-Zaki said in his defence. "Well, now see how well he did the job!" It was a sarcastic remark from the second man. But even El-Zaki could not bring h
OUT OF REACH After reading the letter from Hannah - which was masterminded by Caleb, El-Zaki stood up and entered into his private chambers, and shut the door.He was visibly shaken. And trying to wrap his head around the content of the letter made him have a migraine."Bella is my biological daughter?!" It was more of a statement than it was a question. He began to pace about with a glass of whiskey in his hand. As he moved, he gulped down the content and put the empty glass on the table. Then clasping his hands together, he started thinking of what to do next. "How do I tackle this so-called Hannah?" On one hand, his guts told him to call her bluff and ignore her. But on the other hand, his mind was telling him there was an element of truth in what she said. And he could not pretend that that night never happened. How could he when the baby's photos bore too close a resemblance to his own baby pictures? The full hair, pointed nose, and deep-searching eyes. How could he have mis
CHAINS OF REACTION Bella made her way to the car park where Caleb was waiting to take her from the hospital to her mother's place."I'm never going back to that mansion," she declared with determination in her voice. "Hmm. You have a new family now, and they will love you," added Caleb as he started the ignition. None of them spoke another word until they got to a T-junction: one was leading towards the El-Zaki mansion while the other led downtown and to the suburbs. "Do you know which way to follow?" Bella asked him. "I think it's this way," he pointed to the road on his right, "according to what Google map is saying." Bella who was sitting in front of the car looked out the window at Caleb's side and stifled a smile."What?" He looked out too to see what was fascinating to her but couldn't spot anything of interest."This!" she made a gesture with her hand, mimicking his.Caleb looked about him wondering what she was implying."You have that funny look on your face but I don
NO WAY OF ESCAPE El-Zaki dialled Hannah's line several times that day but she didn't respond. He brought out the letter again from his chest pocket to confirm the phone number behind it.He saw that it was correct. "Then why the fuck is she not responding to my calls?""If she has my daug..." he stopped himself in midsentence. "I shouldn't address her as my blood yet. Not when I'm yet to confirm she's actually mine." But the image of Bella's baby photos won't leave his head. And his mind also went back to that Christmas night when he returned home drunk and met Hannah alone in his loving room downstairs. It was like he had never seen a beautiful woman before. The way her bum swayed beneath her bogus uniform sewn to disguise her beauty gave him the bulge. And then his anger on realising his wife left home on some trip with his two-year-old son further made his blood feel hot. His whole plans for that Christmas changed and he decided to improvise with what was available. Thinking ab
ONE DAY ONE TROUBLEMadam Rebecca's reaction made El-Zaki to suspect she was up to something. He snarled at her."Why aren't you answering him?" Apparently, he could hear Hart saying hello, hello several times trying to get his mother's attention. He shouted from the background. "She can't speak because her plans have been foiled." Madam Rebecca forgot about the call and faced him. "Maybe if you weren't such a lousy husband, none of this would have happened," she accused him. "And, oh, my son won't go to their office because he's innocent. You will handle them all by yourself!" she snapped. Hart knew he had to finish up whatever he was doing and get back home immediately. Whenever his parents began their quarrel, it was usually messy. He ended the call by himself and went back to talk with barrister Crusoe. Surprisingly, the man was no longer there. "What now?" he murmured looking around for him. There was no sign of the barrister. He searched the surroundings and even asked the
HOW IT PLAYED OUT Caleb never knew it was that easy to get to anyone he needed information about. After the strange number that called him and Hannah kept trying to reach them separately, he reached out to Mr Ramirez. Coincidentally, he was about to leave Madrid for Mexico City on a business-related trip which he intended to stop over at the Dezani estate afterwards for the courtesy visit. "Give me a few minutes let me check it with my tech guys," he said. Caleb said okay and waited. By this time, he, Hannah, and Bella were on their way to a small town where they'd be lodging in a hotel for the time being. Mr Ramirez called back to say the call signal was coming from Spring Road. It was the axis where the El-Zaki mansion was located. Caleb thanked the man and said he'd be waiting to receive him in Mexico. From there, Caleb knew what to do. He sent out about twelve men and instructed them to wait at specific points: along El-Zaki mansion, DeZ company, and at every checkpoint with
BAD IDEA"No please, you can't let him meet me here," pleaded the barrister.Everyone's attention was immediately turned on him."And why is that?" queried Caleb in a tone that registered his displeasure."It's a bad idea.""Bad for whom?" added Mr Ramirez. "By law, I am his lawyer and by that, I'm under oath to keep whatever he confides in me a secret. If he meets me and finds out I've given any information to you, he can sue me legally," he explained.His explanation made sense but it didn't solve a thing for him, reasoned Caleb. "Right. So what if the so-called lawyer is found culpable in a crime of forgery?" There was a moment of silence before Mr Ramirez spoke. "We can keep you safe only if you promise to cooperate during his arrest and interrogation. In which case you'd be found guilty of complicity. However, if you plead guilty, the charges for your sentence would be reduced based on your testimony that as his lawyer you were bound by oath to keep his secrets." They were st
SHOT BY HIS OWN Caleb made for his gun before he could fire it. But he had already pressed the trigger button with him directly in the line of fire.His reflexes were quick and spontaneous. Caleb made a swift movement downwards and the bullet missed him, though not without brushing the side of his right arm as it flew past to find a target. "Damn it, argh!" came the shrieking sound from the man hit by the bullet. It was Miguel El-Zaki. Caleb became instantly stunned. But he didn't let the moment make him lose focus. This was just one man out of the eight he counted when they alighted from their vehicles. If he didn't handle this one well, he might become the next victim. The light from his lighter gun was still shining at full glare, he turned his face to the shooter just as three bullets whisked themselves past him and were simultaneously buried into the guy's body. The question on his mind was answered when more lights came on from various angles. The shooters were Mr Ramirez
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