Mr. Ferguson tried to intervene concerning the weird tension that was spearing through the air. “Paul is not here actually. He sent one of his men to deliver a message but he didn't come on his own.”“Nonsense!” Vanessa screeched. “What do you take me for? A fool? I think you should be taught some lesson.”“Hey, Djene, Moffi. I think you two should show Mr. Ferguson what it feels like to experience a little bit of torture,” Vanessa spoke.Djene and Koffi, who were earlier making creepy gestures at Mr. Ferguson showed up in the video footage and with a sudden burst, their laughter erupted into a deadly roar of hysteria as their eyes sparkled with a deadly twinkle of amusement.“Hahaha, to think I was actually praising your daughter because she looks so beautiful,” Koffi spoke. “You know, I was telling my colleague that she looks so much like my ex-wife. I really don't think we should return her to you. I would like to take her far away to my hometown and marry her there.”“In my hometo
It was only Ms. Turner who could have known that Miriam was in his office because it was Ms. Turner she sent to call her. Paul recalled how Ms. Turner had some difficulty getting to Miriam and the minor altercation she had with her where Ms. Turner specifically maintained that she wasn't friends with Miriam was was only a subordinate to her.Perhaps that was the missing link that he was looking for, Paul furrowed his brow in realization.But if it was only Ms. Turner who knew about the fact that Miriam and Paul talked about visiting Mr. Ferguson, then Ms. Turner probably had something to do with why the Kazitanis knew that Paul was with Mr. Ferguson.Paul’s mind was a hive of activity as he weighed all the possible scenarios available until he concluded.Ms. Turner had to be the missing link! Ms. Turner was another mole - Paul concluded in his mind.His gut feeling was a nagging sensation, a voice in his head that kept drawing him to the conclusion that Ms. Turner was the mole - that
This time around, he was sure that Mr. Ferguson wouldn't have any more objections to that effect. He was busy grappling with Vanessa and the Kazitanis.Paul’s feeling of a peculiar sensation made him believe that the Kazitanis weren't going to release Rosette until they had carried out their operations completely.That was why he needed to stop them from crossing the border.But he wouldn't just stop them, he had to save Rosette as well. That was a difficult task but it was one that he had to take upon himself. The condition that Rosette found herself in made Paul have serous concern for her and even though he hadn't yet developed a plan on how he was going to go about it, he knew that he had to save her.But something clicked into Paul’s mind in a sudden realization. He discovered that he didnt know the address or location the products that were confisticated by Mr. Fergison’s custom men. All he knew was that they were kept for inspection.The Kazitanis must have known this informat
***Ms. Turner who was still Miriam’s secretary was returning from work. Her shoulders sagged with exhaustion and her body was weighed down by the toll of her long work hours.The fact that Miriam was on a break made life a little easier for her at work. She hated having a boss and more so a woman like Miriam as her boss. There was something about Miriam that just made her reek of hatred for her.The sound of rain drumming on the roof was very loud and the air was damp and heavy. The ground was saturated and puddles were forming on the floor. She was lucky that she had the rain had not started much earlier but it was when she had almost gotten to her home that the rain started pouring heavily.Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of her phone ringing jarred her into action as she dived her hand into her bag to pick it up. “Very good job so far, Ms. Turner,” a voice spoke through the phone.Ms. Turner knew at once that it was a receiver. Ms. Turner took cover under a large tree which offe
Damnit! She shrieked.It was Paul - her boss.Her mind was racing with a deadly rhythm of fear and her heartbeat was a drumbeat of panic.“Hello, hello, Ms. Turner, are you still there?” the receiver’s voice from the phone which had fallen to the ground erupted into the air.“Hello, hello, hello.”The line soon disconnected after a few unanswered hellos.Paul gestured menacingly with sharp and aggressive dark eyes, his hand slicing through the air in command for her to use her feet to toss the phone over.Ms. Turner’s brain was refusing to accept the reality of what she was seeing and her emotions were a river of fear and confusion. What was her boss looking for in her house pointing a gun toward her? What the hell was happening? What does he know? Did he know that she was an undercover employee? Did he already know that she was a member of Kazitanis?Ms. Turner’s mind was filled with unanswered questions.But she took a deep breath trying to contain her fear. Perhaps there was some
Paul knew that the moment he left, Ms. Turner was going to call the Kazitanis and inform her of his whereabouts since she had now told him the address.With a sudden burst, he slammed the phone on the ground and used his boots to crush it into pieces before picking up the SIM card. Paul retracted his gun into its place before he strode toward the door, his footsteps echoing.“You forgot to give Ghizzy his medicine,” Ms. Turner said, her words tumbling out in a rush as she pleaded. “Please don't go without giving my pet dog his medicine. He would die.”Ms. Turner’s gaze was going back and forth on tension as she took a glance towards the corner where her dog lay undisturbed and unresponsive to stimuli.“Oh, I didn't forget Ms. Turner. Just that—-” Paul’s brain hitched as if he recollected an idea.“Instead of allowing your dog to die, I will go with her. She seems cute,” Paul said with his tone measured with slight mockery before walking over to where the dog lay motionless.The dog w
***Rows of cargo trucks stretched out were seen by Paul as he found that there was barely anyone there. Towering cranes loomed over some of the trucks in a sublime precision.It seemed like the customs who would usually protect the terminal had left for the Kazitanis to come and pick up the cargo trains that had been contaminated.Paul’s gaze darted to and fro as he looked to make sure that no one was looking at him. He needed to find out the trains that had the Imperial Society products. He knew that they would be covered in the Imperial Society Logo and he knew what kind of trains they used for transportation so he sharpened his eyes. He had to be as precise and quick as possible - the Kazitanis could come in any moment if they had not already even come and take the trucks.Paul scanned the terminal, his mind racing as he wondered if he had missed out on the trucks.He moved with the swiftness of a mouse and his feet moved with a rapid shuffle, jerking his head from side to side
The conversation was one of mockery and disdain as the words made their way into Paul’s ears. The Kazitanis were approaching closer and closer this time.Paul’s ears picked up the unmistakable sound of weaponry in the distance and the noise sent a shiver down his spine. Paul’s senses were on high alert and he knew that it was war that was coming for him.Paul’s mind was a whirlwind of competing ideas, each one vying for his attention as his thoughts were jumbled up. Should he dart towards the driver’s wheel area and forcefully drive the vehicle out of the terminal? How was he even going to do that as quickly as possible without getting a host of gunshots in his direction - and that was even if he was quick enough? Driving the truck away from the terminal with the very limited time that he had was even very risky because there were many other trucks around there which was always going to be very difficult to navigate through until he was able to get out. It would take at least 5 min