“The president!” Andrew remembered he had once met face to face with the president but it was a casual one and that was when he was able to have his number. It had been a very long time.Andrew picked up his phone. “His excellency. Good morning, sir. I am surprised to see your call,” he said to him“Good morning, Mr Andrew. I heard about what happened to your company. My condolences! I need you to come see me today for a pressing issue. Will you be available?” He asked him.Andrew didn't give it a second thought. “Yes, sir. Where should I meet you?” He asked him.“Royal birds off Houston road. I will be waiting for you,” he said to him.“Okay, I will be there. What time?” He asked him.“If you can come now, I will be pleased.”“Okay, I am on my way.”The president hung up the phone.Andrew was still so surprised about the call. “Let us see what the president has for us,” he thought in his head.He walked to the car. The driver opened the door, Andrew walked into it.The driver closed
The commissioner swallowed the saliva in his mouth. “What has gotten over you? You think you can just walk into my office and spit rubbish? I am the commissioner of police. Do not forget my title,” he spoke harshly.Andrew's face brewed with modesty and a short sharp smile. “Don't be full of yourself, commissioner. I came here the first time, you told me to buy my team back. Is that how a good commissioner should behave?” He spoke boldly and courageously.The commissioner was shocked and surprised. He didn't expect those words from him.“Don't come here to lecture me about ethics and morals. I am earful, get out of my office!” He ordered.Andrew smirked. “Unfortunately Mr Commissioner, I don't take orders from you. You should check your phone. An important call should come in,” he said.The commissioner looked at him. “I won't give you another warning. I will have you thrown inside the cell,” he expressed his mind.“Do your worst, I am not afraid of you.”In anger, as he wanted to ca
“Mr Biden, your plan is really working,” Clinton expressed with a dark smile hovering throughout his face. Biden laughed slowly. “You see Mr Clinton, by the time I am done with Mr Andrew, he would regret ever having me as an enemy,” he spoke arrogantly.Clinton smirked. “You are so great. I wonder how you got the commissioner trapped in your hook. He can't act against you now,” he expressed those words. Biden was so happy with those comments. “I don't know why, but I feel I have won. Mr Andrew is indeed not making any great move. I am not seeing his impact at all,” he said those words out of a burdened heart. He was scared of what Andrew's next move would be. Clinton raised his head. He sipped a little from the wine he had on the table. “Mr Andrew….. probably, he would be doing something. Something unexpected like how he turned to be a burden to the commissioner,” he reminded him of the last move Andrew took.Biden exhaled. “You are right. He is taking some moves and those moves a
“What should I do?” He asked himself. His heart raced heavily against his chest as he was looking for a nook to hide. Roderick cannot take the action of leaving the compound even if he wanted because what he planned wasn't fulfilled yet. So he had to quickly hide under the car. He laid on his belly without saying a word.The gate-man and the driver approached the car. The light of the bright lamp illuminated the whole compound. So, a touch wasn't needed.On getting there, they found nothing. “Why was there a noise in the first place?” They asked themselves while they looked around the whole place.They knew something had triggered the alarm but they weren't sure what it was.Luckily, the driver had the car key in his hand. That night, he hadn't returned the car keys, so he used it and boom, the car stopped making a noise but there was something strange.He noticed he swiftly opened the car doors. “I thought I locked this car!” He echoed.The gate-man was quite surprised.”You always
“Is he picking up?” Andrew asked his father. He had been on the edge of the seat since his father was calling but it seemed the recipient wasn't picking up.“Calm your nerves. You know he is a busy man. Let me give him more calls, maybe he will pick up,” he tried to ease Andrew's tension.Andrew decided not to say anything so he wouldn't be seen as Impatient. He would be patient enough to see how it would end.After several calls. James Roger was a bit surprised. He doesn't want his son to travel overseas, but now that the military person wasn't picking his call. He was left with no other choice.He must let Andrew have his way.James Roger gave up on calling him. He had given him more than 10 good calls but he didn't pick any of them. “I hope he is okay,” James Roger spoke with fear. Andrew looked at his father. “I knew he wouldn't pick up one bit and I love his personality, he never disappoints. Anyway, I would have to find a way to catch up with him now,” he spoke a little excited
“Good day, sir. We are the ones assigned to you,” the head of the squad voice.“Okay. Let's go.”The soldiers followed him into his private jet. Andrew took his seat and he relaxed backwards.The jet's door closed automatically and the pilot got the jet ready. Few minutes later, they were in the sky.“What is our mission? Sir.” One of them asked.Andrew glanced at him. His heart ran through different corners on how things were going to be done easily.He cleared his throat. “When we get to where we are going, I will tell you the mission,” he expressed himself.The soldiers exhaled. They were expecting him to explain to them and since he had said till they land, who are they to confront him?Several hours later, it was late in the night. Andrew's jet landed in the middle of the compound. The stewards heard the noise of the jet, they had to come out of the mission. Their faces were filled with smiles. The Young Master is back!Andrew and the soldier's proceeded out of the jet. Their br
Clinton got to the hospital early in the morning. He walked briskly to the doctor's office. “Mr Clinton, you arrived early. Please sit.” He gestured.Clinton fixed his eyes on the chair. He took some steps and he adjusted the chair a bit backwards. He took his seat. “The patient you brought is okay. And the good news is we are discharging him immediately,” he informed him.Clinton exhaled, he winked his eyes gently and he was still in thoughts. “Doc, what did you think happened to him?” He asked.The doctor looked at him. He squeezed his further head a little making the lining visible. “I told you earlier, didn't I?” Clinton inhaled some air. “That's right.”“Let's head to his ward.”The both of them got on their feet. They walked to the ward. Clinton's eyes fixed on the patient. He walked up to him. “Boss!” The patient called out. “How did this happen?” That was all Clinton wanted to hear. The lines on the patient's neck were visible. When he swallowed the saliva in his mouth,
Roderick's phone beeped. The sound penetrated his ear and it called his attention. Roderick picked up his phone and he checked it.It was an SMS from his network provider. “These people won't just stop buzzing my phone with irrelevant messages.” He hissed aloud, hiding his phone in his pocket. Few minutes later, Roderick's phone started ringing. He checked it at once. It was his boss; Biden.He picked it up. “Hello.” Those words left his mouth.“Hello, I need you to run an errand for me…” his voice over the phone was urgent although it came gently.“Okay.” He was on his toes.“Go to meet Clinton immediately. I need all illegal documents hidden. The IG is sending a group of police to inspect his office. You need to be fast about it,” he informed. His heart banging really hard against his chest and his thoughts running wild as if he would lose his mind. “Okay.” He replied.Since he would be meeting Clinton officially, he planned to remove all the devices he hid in his house so he coul