“Oh, don't mind me. I am just a little too passionate about making sure the person who sent my brother to prison is dealt with,” Morgan spoke, his defenses shattered under the onslaught of evidence that Jude brought to him.“Alright I get you,” Jude responded. “I told Paul about everything that Monarch Thompson demanded from him. I also informed him that his security card was with the monarch but can you believe that Paul didn't even entertain the idea of listening to the monarch.”“Is that so?”“I am telling you what I experienced brother. Paul said that under no condition would he bow for the Monarch. He didn't even satisfy any of the conditions that the monarch gave to him and instead, he sent me back to Monarch Thompson to warn him to release his security card,” Jude said.“I hate the kind of guts that Paul has,” Morgan admitted with his expression hardened with a tightening of annoyance. “I hate it so much that it irks me. Why didn't you insist on Paul though? Why would he tell y
“When Bournemouth Corporation still had good finances, you would never try to make sure that things were getting better. Instead, you would waste your life doing things that would destroy you. I remember how you were so fond of women that you would rather give them all your money than invest it in something profitable.”“But you are talking as if you are a saint when you are asking me to be an accomplice to a kidnap,” Morgan argued. “How can you check to condemn me when you are also not so pure.”Jude swallowed a bitter taste of rage as he instead opted to explain better. “Look, brother. Somethings we do things that are not so good because of the end goal. I learned that while I was in prison and I learned it the hard way. The only thing that separates bad from good is the end goal - the final objective. “In this case, you know what our final objective is. We are looking to ensure that we get funds from the mayor so that our company can recover from its liquidated state. That gives b
“Oh, she does have but she doesn't drive herself.”“Then how do you know that she does have a car.”“Come on Morgan. You are asking unnecessary questions,” Jude flared up before swallowing his frustration and answering the question. “I know because I disguised myself as a patient and got into the medical institute. I then stylishly got information from a janitor. You know, Janitors are probably the most knowledgeable in any organization even though they seem to be the lowest in rank. “Don't ever underestimate the powers that janitors possess. That is a little secret for you but as I have said before, you are asking the wrong questions. Just believe whatever I tell you.”Morgan’s nods were a gentle wave of validation and acknowledgment of Jude’s explanations.“So, as I was saying,” Jude continued. “You are going to be driving the taxi behind me while I will drive the one after you. We have to be close to each other to make sure this works very well and there can't be any mistakes that
Camille recognized the voice - it was Doctor White, the assistant director of the surgical unit at Dynasty Medical Institute.Doctor White walked hurriedly toward Camille, locking his gaze on her. “Erm, I was thinking perhaps if you don't mind taking a ride with me.”Camille’s lips pressed tightly with a flicker of contemplation. “Don't you worry Doc, I will just take a taxi,” she responded.“Yeah, of course you can but if you don't mind me insisting, it would be a great pleasure to have me drive you home or wherever you are going,” Doctor White pressed on, his words carefully conjured.Camille had a bleak smile escape her lips as she accepted the proposal. “Alright then,” she responded.Doctor White then gently guided her toward the car door in a gentlemanly manner, opening up the way for her to have her seat before getting in the driver’s seat.It was a well-polished black Rolls Royce car that gleamed like a gemstone. The seats were like thrones as they were high and comfortable. Ev
Morgan was more in a hurry than Jude to complete the assignment because he was tense and didn't want to get caught in another offense after already having a court case hanging on his neck. He wanted to get over with the kidnap as soon as possible.Morgan attached the cord of the device to his mouth to communicate with his brother. “Jude, What if Camille had left here before we came in? What if she didn't even come to work? What if—-”“Damnit Morgan! Just have some believe will you?” Morgan butted in, his expression hardened with a tightening of annoyance. “You are just screaming a lot of what-ifs. I already explained to you what is at stake here. All you have to do is to have a little more patience but you keep creating a negative atmosphere.”“Look, brother. I am just trying to weigh all our possible options,” Morgan responded, his tone slacked with sloppiness.“We don't have any options. We only have a goal and that is to get Camille this night and we will be here until she comes th
****Back at the Range Rover vehicle where Doctor White and Camille were, there was still an awkward silence between the both of them.Camille was more relaxed though. She knew that Doctor White was the one who liked her and not the other way around so the onus was on him to start a conversation if he was going to do so. Even if he started a conversation with her, she wasn't going to give him too much attention. She just wanted to get to her house, have a shower, and sleep with the false hope that all her problems would be magically solved by the time she woke up in the morning.Camille’s gaze was slightly tilted towards the glass window and she enjoyed the view of the outside but buried herself in thoughts. She couldn't help but think about what people were going to be thinking of her. How people already thought that she was a disgrace to the medical profession. How she was going to redeem herself from the scandal she had gotten herself into. That was the problem - the fact that sh
But all he got from the driver was that he pulled down his window frame of the cab and dropped his hand outside saying, “Sorry about the scratch mister!”Doctor White’s face was a map of queries and his eyebrows raised in surprise. Was he not going to come down from his vehicle and talk to him? Did he take it all as a joke that his vehicle was scratched? Did he take him as a comic character so that he would just ignore him and only give him a wave of the hand and a subtle apology?While Doctor White was still beaming with confusion, the cab driver drove off with a casual air of detachment, the cab slipping through the commotion like a ghost.That was the height of disregard, Doctor White thought. He could see the person driving the cab - it was a man who was probably in his mind 30s, with tinted hair and broad shoulders but he had no passengers. He felt that it was awkward not to have any passengers especially since the road was quite busy and people were waiting to take cabs.But th
“Oh, yes, yes. Of course. I remember. But what if today she doesn't pass through the alley?” Morgan asked, showing the raw vulnerability of the doubt and fear that he still had inside of him.“Come on Morgan, we have to believe and hope that things work out. I believe it will - you should too,” Jude responded.“I want to believe brother but that was the same thing we thought that she was going to be walking out of the medical institute,” Morgan spoke, his words bearing a weight of faltering confidence.“Let’s leave that in the past. We still have a chance to get Camille irrespective and that is what we will do,” Jude responded. “Remember the stakes that are involved in all of these. This is way too important for us not to achieve.”Both Jude and Morgan followed after the vehicle until they got to a place that was a few meters away from the estate’s gate.Jude was hoping in his mind that the vehicle did not drive closer to the estate’s gate because it was going to be much more difficul