The company outside of maestro’s building were getting noisier and noisier by the minute but was soon put to silence the minute the director put up his megaphone to his mouth and spoke. The large sound from the speaker overwhelmed the atmosphere of the whole compound as he began saying “maestro, we know you are in there. You are heavily surrounded. You can step out now with your hands behind your head and we can make this whole process easy for the both of us”.Apparently, Nena had called Director Gambo when she stumbled on the ugly truth that her lover and fiancée was the infamous maestro they had been looking for. Although, she left that part about her relationship with him out when she was giving him the details of her discovery. Everything but that little bit of information.She originally just asked the director for backup to the house address and didn’t agree to say what for until the director forcefully insisted and she realized she had no choice but to give him something. “m
It was a hot afternoon on board the virgin Atlantic airplane fight 227. Lucile Johnson was seated in the first class section of the flight staring at the clouds through the window. She wondered how far long it would take before she got to Lagos. Nena had invited her over for the face identification Daniel cross. It was such a big news to her when she received the call from Nena Daniels, her aunt, confirming that the person who she was engaged to was indeed a criminal as she had earlier warned. Although it was sad that her aunt had to go through the trauma of processing the news of a cancelled engagement, she was indeed very delighted to see that the truth had finally come to light and Daniel was in her custody.Daniel, Someone who they had spent the last five years trying to find with all the resources her father could afford at the time. she indeed pondered on how Dani had managed to stay hidden under the radar all this while. Now, she had to see him for herself and believe it for r
It all starts and ends with the single most daring question; guilty or not guilty. How do you plead. The answer to that question is the sole determinant of the course a court litigation would follow. Nena Daniels was no stranger to the lots of convicted felons who always responded negatory to that question. She never really blamed them for that anyways. As a matter of fact, she actually always hoped for such responses, as will every other topshot lawyer like her in the city who are ever ready to jump on the chance to turn any law case to a pillow case. Nena Daniels was top of the league in this category of lawyers. She was a very renowned legal practitioner ; A public prosecutor who had made it a mandate for herself to put as much criminals as she could behind bars. A legal luminary of her time, as she was called by most young girls who aspired to pursue a profession in the judiciary as did her . She was indeed the perfect role model . She had a face
It was 12pm already , the day had been sure to dictate the course it was going take and everyone had their tasks assigned to follow up on. Everyone as expected would eventually be everywhere doing something on a good Monday noon. You could be found in the lawcourt witnessing a case , with Nena daniels for example or either in the streets trying to make ends meet some other way, or probably in a secret underground station checking the quality control in the production of the world’s most illegal narcotics. Yes , I’m talking about ‘cocaine’. On this regular 12pm afternoon, like every other one in the past five years, a strangely dressed man in a mask had his hands strapped behind his back as he walked amidst a group of seemingly busy individuals . This secret undergrounds station was mostly filled with females who had their noses covered in a mask to avoid inhaling the loads of white fumes that filled the air, mostly from all the cocaine they were working with.
Barrister Williams Benson now stood before the witness , Mrs Maria koker who was now watching him closely as he prepared to begin his own cross examination on her. The court had been dead silent in anticipation of watching this new lawyer exhibit a beautiful demonstration today as he was rumored to have done In his past cases.They watched to know exactly if the rumors were true ; if he was just as good a lawyer as Miss Nena Daniels.Williams once again adjusted his tie and suit , it seemed to be a force of habit of his. He cleared his throat and then suddenly but not surprisingly , he began “ Mrs Maria, you have been the housekeeper for the Johnsons this past five years, correct?”“yes , that is correct” Maria answered.“ so miss Lucile… who is she to you?”“she is family” maria replied, now throwing a little smile at Lucile “ I’ve known her a long time. She’s lik
“ Good evening Miss Nena” the receptionist called out as Nena passed, headed to her room . Hassan , the hotel receptionist had been giving out smiles and polite pleasantries at Nena since the day she had logged in the past weekend when she came into the city “ how was your case today” hassan asked “ it was exhausting. I just want to get in and have some rest” “ok ma’am, here you go” Hassan said , stretching his arm and handling her the keycard to her room. “ thank you hassan. Goodnight” “you too ma’am. Do have a goodnight”. Nena managed to make herself comfortable not so long after she entered the room . she had a lot on her mind but had also managed to make her way in and out of a good exhilarating shower. She now relaxed on her bed in her pajamas with a pen and notepad placed beside the laptop computer she had underneath her palms. She had just taken a minute to scoop a spoon from the bowl of cereal she had with her on th
Back at the underground drug factory, maestro seemed to be having quite a lot of fun interrogating the man on the chair. He had even adopted a new method of interrogation besides the use of the bat club he originally started with. He had with him a gallon filled with gasoline and a light match on his hands. The man on the chair had been beaten up so badly , it was hard to tell if what he had atop his neck was his true face or some Halloween mask. His eyes were badly bruised so much that one of them couldn’t bear to lift its eyelids anymore. His lips were severed so much he could hardly speak; it was a wonder how he was expected to give out any speech with such a mouth let alone, a relevant information. Parts of his skin were already burnt severely . The damage level on this young mans body was an overkill. Maestro had outdone himself with this one. A real work of art ; he thought to himself. whatever information was asked of charlie boy who was now at the brink
Madini Nadia Ego Madini. Daughter of the late Don marco Madini. A fierce lioness who had managed to prove her strength in the world of drug dealers ever since her father died as a casualty of a territorial war. Madini had gained access to the distribution of her product to many districts and territories over the past years of her reign in power, ever since the death of her father. Yes, she has been real busy. She now owned the southern region of the city. The queen of the south as she was rightly called, she had the most successful crime organization in the city and the second biggest reputation, only rivaled by maestro. Maestro had been on his toes for her name for the past few years , so he knew her tricks all too well to handle the information poor old Charlie had just given him about who sabotaged his delivery. Maestro knew that by this action, she had broken the rules set by the crime elders; a distinct, discrete