‘WE NEED TO TALK’ . Nena kept looking sternly at the message from Lucile on her phone. ‘ I had already sent her a photo of Dani, what could she possibly want this time’ she thought. She looked to director Gambo who obviously had no interest in what she had going on especially now that he had dismissed her and terminated her appointment on the task force.Moreover, he had more important things to worry about at the moment.The news about the interception of his team was devastating enough. At this point he was confused; this was a major setback for the maestro investigation. He walked with Jasper back into the interrogation room to further discuss their next plan of action after the unfortunate development. Nena tried to ignore the text from Lucile but then again, Lucile gave her a call instead. “goddamn it” Lucile exclaimed as she picked the call “Lucile dear, this is so not the right time for this. You should really call back later”.“oh no aunt, you should really listen to me th
On the Lagos - Badagry highway, Nena’s Aston martin sedan vehicle was cruising on 150mph as she sped back home to Dani’s apartment for no reason in particular, except from the sole fact of clearing things up and making sense of everything she had just learnt about her fiancée.‘no it can’t be’ she thought to herself. ‘all these can’t possibly be true’ she thought further ‘dani may have done some wrong and rough things in the past but not this. No this is too much. I need to get home and try to make some sense of all these’.She finally approached the apartment and parked her vehicle just outside.She rushed into the building and up the stairs. Into the room. There was no one home at the moment so she decided to use the opportunity of the privacy to do something she hadn’t had the time to do before; For the first time in the duration of her relationship with Dani, she decided to snoop among his things.She ransacked the room starting from his wardrobe. She brought out all the boxes s
Maestro retired to his apartment for the day, grateful for how the day had gone. The good news of Madinni’s execution had brought much delight to his heart. Now half of his problems were solved. All he had to do now was usurp the control of the distribution of product in her territory and still maintain order with the elders.He drove in his vehicle into the compound, pulled off his mask and stepped out of the vehicle with zeke by his side as they stepped into the apartment. The gatekeeper informed him that his fiancée was in the building and he immediately became nervous. He knew she had a spare key to the apartment but she wasn’t always fond of trooping in this regularly.Even if he was purportedly engaged to the woman, he wasn’t exactly comfortable with that especially now that he was about celebrating Madinni’s demise.He hurried up, thanking his stars that he was lucky enough to have removed his mask in his car.He was mostly fond of keeping it on these days, mostly because his
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