The Missing Truth 5

At The Guardroom 

Cpl. Simpson returned to the guardroom and asked the money bag questions and he was mute. He would not like to implicate his colleagues by involving them or revealing his address.

“I intend to remove it by myself,” he explained.

“Where will you take it to?” He asked angrily.

“I know where to take it,” he answered.

The Corporal glared at him and asked, “What do you take us for?”

To avoid more trouble, he kept quiet.

“Get ready for your work,” he thundered.

The money bag breathed freely and watched the Corporal walk away angrily.

“I should have allowed them to park their car anywhere they liked,” he thought regretfully.

“I have been shut out of the world,” he lamented.

Nevertheless, the Corporal returned to the President's office to inform him of the development. George listened to him carefully and gave him an option.

“He didn't want us to know his gang members, as though he can stop us if we are interested in them.”

“You are right, General.”

“If he thinks that we are unfair to him, let him contact his lawyer.”

Cpl. Simpson smiled broadly and said, “He will never do that.”

“You are right. All the same, you will tow his vehicle to the complex. It may obstruct the activities at the mall.”

“I got it. I will get the key from him.”

“The keys are with me.”

“Ha!” The Corporal did not know that he got to that extent and exclaimed.

“Yes. I will give you everything before I leave.”

“It is all right,” he accepted and walked away.

Although he was unfazed over Laura's petition he had learned to be careful.

“How did she get to the level of having a cook as a junior staff?”

“Official cars, drivers, security men. I hope she is not occupying the company's building. If yes, she will leave immediately,” he resolved and began to get his things ready.

He got to the lobby and his team members got up at once. “I want to get some things from the clunker,” he informed them.

They watched him walk to the clunker, got the money bag's stuff from the car, and began to walk to the gatehouse.

“You can meet me at the gate. I wish to see the Corporal.”

“It is all right.”

Apart from the Lance Corporal in Laura's team that he slapped some time ago, he has never been ruthless to anyone but the junior officers were afraid of him. He saw them giving way as he walked along while some greeted him from afar. He merely smiled and walked along.

“Good afternoon, General,” they saluted him one after when he got into the office.

He returned the salute and handed the stuff to the Corporal.

“You can monitor his callers and see if you can get further information about him,” he instructed the Corporal while others looked on.

“I got it, General. What about the guns?”

“I will leave with them.”

“It's okay.”

He walked out and joined Collins who was waiting for him.

Shortly after that, the office closed for the day and Laura was hopeful.

“By tomorrow, they will get the email. They thought they were dealing with an illiterate who doesn't know her right,” she assured herself.

Nevertheless, Bright can be chicky in a matter like this. That day, he chose to ply the staff bus.

“Why do you want to do that, Bright?” Ted inquired.

“I want to look at her face again. She will assume that I'm being punished for calling her cook back without notifying her.”

“Ha! She will be over the moon. Let's go.”

“Sure. But wear a long face.”

“I got it.”

They walked gloomily to the car park, and the staff members were confused. Unknown to them, Laura was astounded to see them.

“What happened to them? Have they seen the petition?” She asked herself.

They got into the bus and sat down quietly. Their body language did not permit their colleagues to ask questions, and they only looked on.

Soon, the driver moved. Laura imagined many possible reasons for them to join the bus.

“They just got the petition.”

“Yes. The President got the petition and berated Sgt. Young.”

“Oh, my God? Sgt. Young sacked him for giving Ella poisonous drugs.”

“So soon? I was a secretary for six months and he was just a secretary for just a few days. Arrant nonsense. He can't even keep a job.”

The bus was quiet and everyone had different things that were bothering them. The driver was contemplating how he would survive on just fifty percent salary for one year as he wished Reuben. While others were thinking of Bright's reason for joining the bus.

Meanwhile, Bright was surprised that Laura had not taunted him and she did not disappoint him as she burst into laughter.

Her mockery laughter startled everyone and they focused on her. Bright breathed heavily as though he was depressed and waited for her comment.

“The President's secretary for just a few days. That's weird.”

Everyone hissed and looked away. Soon, the driver was at her bus stop. Although, she was scorned but was happy to pass on her message. She alighted happily and Bright burst into raucous laughter. She stopped in her tracks and looked at him.

“How do you cope with an imbecile on this bus?” Bright asked and she was shocked.

The other staff members laughed loudly. Before she could process whether he was referring to her or not, the driver moved. 

“What did he say?” She asked herself and walked into the estate.

At Tim's House

He has gotten the acknowledgment from Brig. Witherspoon and requested the Minister to edit the jingle for an update. He was waiting for the update when he got a message from Ambrose.

(Hello, Gerald. This is to notify you that we have boarded.)

He smiled cynically and responded (That is good. Please notify me when you arrive.)

(I got it.)

“Welcome to Canterbury, the end of your stealing career,” he mumbled.

Instantly, he got another message from Gen. Hanklin's phone and read through it.

(Hello, Your Excellency. As discussed, we are boarding now.)

(Oh! That is good to hear. Have you informed Gerald?)

(Yes, General. He is aware that we are boarding.)

(It's okay. I'm expecting a good result.)

(You can count on me. They will regret ever supporting another country against us.)

(You are right.)

(Even that stupid Sgt. Young, I'm still thinking of what to do to him.)

(Don't let it bother you. I will handle him when I recover.)

(It is okay. I wish you a quick recovery.)

(Thank you. Fair trip.)

(Thank you, General.) 

He was engrossed in the chats when George and his team returned. He walked to the foyer to receive them and was not surprised to see the old man smiling happily at them.

After the hugs and salutations, George followed him to the parlor with the guns.

“Welcome back. What are the guns for?” Tim asked.

“They belong to the criminal at the mall on Saturday.”

“Oh! What happened? Did you go to work with them?” He asked and collected them

“No, Boss. They were in the station wagon. I forgot to remove them,” George answered while he examined the guns.

George watched him curiously to avoid missing the details. Just like a mirage he had disassembled the two 9 mm handguns (semi-automatic).

“He must have bought the gun from us,” Tim pointed out.

“I see. That means the gun is licensed.”

“I wouldn't know whether he is the original buyer, or he stole it from the buyer.”

“It is possible.”

“What does he do in the complex? I hope he doesn't just eat our food and do nothing?”

“Not at all. He is working in the steel mill site.”

“That is good. He will join the miners when they come.”

“Miners? Have they arrived?”

“No. They just boarded.”

“That is good. They are welcome to the land of no return.”

Tim smiled broadly and answered, “You got it.”

George assembled the gun and Tim was happy with his speed.

“I like that. You have greatly improved,” he praised him.

“Thank you for the compliment, Boss.”

“When do you think that Ella should meet your father?”

The question reminded George of the petition and he pointed out, “The petition from the former secretary disorganized me. I have not discussed it with Collins.”

“It is all right. Don't let the petition bother you. You can discuss it with him this night.”

“I will,” he accepted and left.

Meanwhile, Tim looked at the time and murmured, “She will still be at work,” he said and began to monitor when she would be at home.

When it was time, he connected to her house.

At Laura's House

Tim's concern was to see her sick father. After she got into the estate, she walked happily into her house and arrived at her parents' apartment.

“Good evening, Dad and Mom,” she greeted them and sat down.

“Welcome back,” they greeted her one after the other.

“Thank you. How is your health, Dad?” She asked and examined the pack of medications on the table.

“I'm fine. The janitor is an awful cook. I'm missing Ella already.”

“We have to adjust and eat whatever he prepares pending the outcome of my petition.”

“Petition?” Her mother asked and her father looked searchingly at her.

“Yes, of course. I informed my lawyer about Ella's impromptu withdrawal, and he was against it. Especially giving my father a poisonous substance.”

Her mother focused on her and searched her face while her father who was lying on the couch got up and focused on her too.

“Are you sure that it is the right thing to do?” Her father asked.

“I'm certain. My lawyer said it was an injustice and against work ethics. They are not entitled to withdraw any of my staff without informing me.”

“He is right but you should have allowed the matter to be settled internally without involving your lawyer,” her mother pointed out.

“Your mother is right. Your President's Representative is thorough in everything he does. He will not let you off the hook for trying to dent the image of the company.”

“Did you remember that I advised you to learn to avoid him? Do your bid and stay away from his trouble,” her mother reminded her.

“Yes. I remember but now, the company is at fault. My lawyer said they would compensate me with two million pounds sterling. He can't be wrong.” 

Her parents' eyes beamed with delight at once and her father asked, “Do you mean it?”

“Yes, Dad. This is the petition. You can read through it,” she said and scrolled to the email immediately.

She handed her phone to him and he read through the email while they watched him anxiously.

“This is good,” he stated with a silly grin on his face.

“Can I take a look, please?” Madeline requested and her husband gave her the phone.

She collected it and read through it with satisfaction.

Afterward, she complimented her, “This is a brilliant idea.”

“Yes. It takes a courageous person to sue a big organization like the Auxiliary Armory PLC. Their carelessness has made you to be richer by two million pounds sterling.” 

“That's the truth but will they allow you to continue working with them after now?” Her mother asked.

“Who cares? I can resign and establish a company.”

“What kind of company will you establish since you have no skill?”

Her mother's question hit her like a sledgehammer and she was dumbfounded.