The Missing Truth 4

At The Front Desk

Laura was greatly pleased when she got Barr. Wentworth's email and imagined what to do with two million pounds sterling.

“They thought that they are smart,” she told herself and continued with her work.

It was not long, Ella walked into the lobby. Due to the cold shoulders Laura gave to her previously, she retaliated by treating her with disdain as well. She walked past her and headed to the elevator. Meanwhile, Laura concluded that she was going to see Bright. She was not bothered about her greetings but concentrated on her work. Soon the elevator gates opened and she walked in.

At The Legal Unit

After Barr. Fitzgerald returned, he sent for Ella through her Supervisor. He was waiting for her when she walked in and greeted him happily.

“Good morning, Barrister.”

“Good morning, Miss Patrick. Kindly sit.”

“Thank you for the offer,” she said and sat down.

“Take a look at this email,” he said and pushed the printed copy of the email to her.

She grimaced and collected the paper and began to read it.

“Why is this girl like this?” She murmured after reading through.

“What do you have to say about the drugs, Miss Patrick?”

“I don't know what she meant by poisonous drugs from Bright. I bought the drugs from the mall.”

“I see. Do you have the payment receipt?”

“No, Barrister. Everything was in the shopping bag that I handed over to her mother.”

“Oh, my God! Didn't she see the payment receipt? Why is she claiming that you collected it from Bright?”

Laura was unaware that there are people to be careful with - people who know much of her secret. Now, Ella was very annoyed and was ready to expose her.

“Don't mind that untrained girl. That was how she accused her husband of murder. Now, she has come up with this because she is broke. On Friday …”

She was ready to say how she provided little for her family shopping on Friday when the Barrister interrupted her.

“Can you get another receipt from the mall? Let them know that you need to submit it in the office.”

Ella was unsure of the possibility and asked, “Do think it would be possible?”

“Just give it a try. They have the record of your payment. Right?”

“Yes, Barrister. I will show them my debit alert.”

“That is good to hear. When do I hope to get it?”

“If you can talk to Sgt. Courtney, he will permit me to go to the mall after lunch.”

“It is all right. I will do that right now.”

At The Guardroom

The money bag had grown lean due to overthinking. Paramount among his worries was his car. He was aware that his reputation was gone because of the social media posts. Nevertheless, he could redeem that by plastic surgery. Presently, his major need was to get out of the cell.

“I'm tired of cleaning my cell and pacing the floor,” he murmured.

He was in that state when the warden informed him, “You have some visitors.”

He was startled and watched the warden open the iron gate.

“Do you mean me?” He asked.

“How many of you are here?” The warden asked him rudely and he wished that he was with his gun.

He got out of the guardroom and the warden shackled him before leading him to the two men from the Christchurch Central Service.

He recognized them at once because of the inscription on their clothes.

“Good morning, Sir,” they greeted him, simultaneously.

“Good morning,” he responded curtly.

Despite his unfriendly looks, they were not discouraged but discussed with him. Whether friendly or not, he must work on the proposed site for the steel mill that day.

At The Canteen

After Bright's discussion with the Barrister, he was relieved and walked into the canteen as if nothing happened. Meanwhile, Laura expected to see a crestfallen secretary who would be moving with a gloomy face but was surprised to see him smiling and responding to greetings. As for George, he maintained his unreadable expression and was with the managers as usual.

“Didn't they get the petition from the Barrister?” She murmured.

Nevertheless, she was worried about many things instead of the leadership of the organization.

“Maybe I should let Barr. Wentworth know that they have not gotten any email.”

At The Front Desk

Laura hurried back to the cubicle after lunch to speak with her lawyer.

When he picked up her call, she greeted him, “Good afternoon, Barrister.”

“Good afternoon, Miss Dickson. How are you?”

“I'm fine, Barrister. I called to find out if you have sent the petition to my organization?”

“Yes. I sent it when I sent yours.”

“I doubt if they got it. Did you get any acknowledgement from them?”

“No. Not yet.”

“Then, they have not gotten it. I propose that you resend.”

“You have a good point. I Will wait until tomorrow. If I don't get their response, I will come with the hard copy and get the President to acknowledge it.”

“That is better,” she responded with glee.

At that point, Barbara walked in and saw her in a happy mood.

At Tim's House

After speaking with George, he became busy with the request of the Defense Minister. After typing the letter, he hurried to the Head of State's office for his seal and signature. Afterward, he sent it to his Head of State and began to wait for his response. He returned before lunch and had lunch with the old man.

“Thank you for the meal, Young Man,” he appreciated Tim after the meal.

“You are welcome, Old Man. Has George informed you of the dietician?”

“Yes. She will resume tomorrow?”

The old man imagined how a lady can live with them but Tim clarified him, “She will be coming from the office.”

“I got it.”

“That's good. If we don't see any improvement on you after a month, we will change her.”

“It's okay.”

The old man returned to his room afterward and Tim continued with his work. His face beamed with delight when he got a message from Gen. Muncie Tarter. He stopped his work and quickly read through the email.

“The Minister will be happy to see this,” he said to himself and shared the acknowledgement copy with him.

He went back to his work at once without thinking of Laura and her blockhead lawyer. Presently, his major work was how to receive Ambrose.

“The clunker!” He exclaimed when he remembered that he had not tested the new one for any problem.

Quickly, he got up, walked to the key hangar and took the keys. Shortly, he was at the garage.

“Ouch,” the old man hissed when he heard the sound of the car engine.

“Does he want to go out?” He asked dejectedly and walked out of his room.

He stood at the door like a clingy child and waited for him to drive out of the garage. To his chagrin, he waited in vain. He saw Tim walking back to the house.

“I thought you want to go out,” he stated.

“Not yet. I only checked the car.”

“But will you go out?” He asked curiously.

Tim understood his worries and allayed it at once, “Yes. But George would have been back before then.”

His face brightened at once and he responded, “I see.”

'You need a wife, Old man,' Tim told himself as he walked along while the old man returned to his house.

He got back to his study and noticed that one of his phones beeped.

“Who is this?” He asked himself and picked up the phone.

He tapped on the message and was glad to see that Brig. Witherspoon had shared the copy of the invitation letter from the Third in Command. Likewise, he also sent his appreciation.

(Thank you for this. I didn't expect it to come so early.)

(You're welcome. I am as surprised as you are. The Assistant must have convinced him to respond immediately.)

(You are right. Send my greetings to him.)

(I will do that right away. Kindly acknowledge the invitation.)

(Consider it done.)

He smiled triumphantly and went back to work.

At The Auxiliary Armory PLC

Ella left for the mall after lunch and obtained the evidence of the medications and returned to the complex.

“Here is the receipt, Barrister,” she announced when she walked into his office.

He smiled, collected it from her and appreciated her, “This is good. Thank you so much. It makes the work simpler.”

“You are welcome, Barrister. Let me run along.”

“It is all right.”

At The President's Office

The Secretary's door opened and George was attracted when he saw Cpl. Simpson walking in. He waited anxiously until he walked in and stood at attention.

“Good afternoon, General,” he saluted him.

“Good afternoon, Corporal. What brings you?” He asked after cutting the call.

“The prisoner pleaded that his car should be removed from the mall.”

George smiled softly and asked, “Who will do that for him? Certainly not me.”

“Not you, General,” he clarified.

“Find out from him who he expected to do that for him.”

“It is all right, General.”

“Apart from that, where will he take the car to?”

“I got it, General.”