People around scampered to safety as they heard gun shots. Shop owners hastily locked themselves inside their shops while motorist all parked their cars; some ramming into cars ahead of them; some ran away leaving the door of their cars open, while others locked themselves inside their car. Residents within the premises locked up their doors, while some were courageous enough to peep through the windows to grab what was happening.
When it was clear enough that everything had settled, few brave ones made up mostly of street touts who wanted to get the information first and later boast about it (after adding up their own tales) could been seen approaching the scene.
They had barely gathered around the scene when the siren of a coming police patrol team was heard from a distance. In a blink of an eye all of them dispersed while residents leaving around watched from their windows. Some shop owners who had previously locked up peeped from their key holes.
Parking a distance away from the crime scene, a team of four police men from the Special Crimes Department stepped down from their vehicle and approached the scene cautiously, guns at hand and ready to be used.
The Toyota Matrix which blocked the Prado jeep was on ignition with one of the doors open but had no occup@nt. Two of the police men took over the vehicle while the other two approached the jeep from each side.
From the shattered windscreen, they saw the driver resting on the steering wheel lifeless and beside the car la!d a lifeless body with a face cap.
“Call in the medics,” the ranking officer ordered shifting the pistol beside the dead body away.
One of the officers looking younger than others talked over the walkeytalkey perched on his shoulder.
“This is patrol 04721 requesting for urgent medical support.”
There was a brief silence before a reply came.
“04721 what is your location?”
“Zepan bypass off Airport Avenue.”
“04721 a medical team has been dispatched to your location.”
“Copy that.”
Walking to the back seat, the ranking officer slowly opened the door. Sitting in great shock was a young lady of about 23 years.
“Ma’am are you ok?” he asked as he holstered his gun.
The lady nodded without a word.
“I am officer Owel of the Special Crimes Department. I want you to know that you are safe now.”
The young lady looked at him still stunned.
“Ma’am I need you to step down from the vehicle,” he said offering his hand to support her.
The young lady took his hand as he gently led her down from the vehicle and walked away from it.
“Agent Klin, take her to the hospital,” he commanded handing the young lady to the young agent who earlier called for medical support.
As the agent left with the young lady, the medical team made up of a doctor and three paramedics arrived the venue in an ambulance.
CLAIRE
From the moment she saw the guy on face cap place the noose of his gun at her through the glass, she died deep inside. She had closed her eyes waiting for the shot to go off and to feel the bullets pierce her. When she heard two shots; she had waited to feel the pain but it seemed the bullet missed her; so she thought. She opened her eyes in time to see him slump as blood splashed on the window. Frightened, she’d sat still expecting the worst when the door opened and just in a twinkle of an eye a guy on hood dropped a note beside her and b@nged the door shot running off. Not long she heard tires screeching again as a car zoomed pass.
She had clutched the note squeezing it in her hand when she heard the siren of the police patrol team.
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The guy on hood watched from his car parked a distance away from the scene. As the agent carrying the young lady left the scene, he waited for some seconds before trailing them.
Beside him la!d the phone which he had taken from the guy on cap
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Claire Williams, a twenty-three year old fresh graduate from Harvard Business School is the only child and daughter of late Chief
RalphWilliams, an oil and Business mogul. Tall and fair in complexion with a bottle shaped figure to die for. People always told her of her striking resemblance to her late mum who had died of cancer when she was still a kid.
At 20, Claire had lost her dad to some assassins. The death of her father was a blow she nearly didn’t recover from but all thanks to her only Uncle, Bob and best friend Lizzy. She had abandoned school and mourned her father for months.
After mourning for months, she had gone back to finish her education in other to take over her father’s business which was his dream before he was killed. Also, her friend Lizzy who had come down to Nigeria from London and had refused going back to school without her, influenced her decision.
She had rounded up her education, emerging as the best in her set and after graduation, she left for Nigeria to get incorporated into and learn the rudiments and ethics of her father’s business.BOB
“Good day!! I am looking for a young lady, Claire Williams, who was brought here by the SCD some hours ago,” Bob said to the receptionist sitting over the counter.
“Good day Sir. May I know your name and relationship with the lady please,” the young beautiful receptionist said with a smile.
“Bob… Bob Williams, her Uncle.”
“Can I see an ID please?” she demanded.
Bob annoyingly pulled out his wallet and picking out his drivinglicense slammed it on the counter cursing under his breath.
The young lady took the license and checked for face match. Convinced, she punched some buttons on the computer before handing it back to the man with a smile.
“She is in the ICU, room 20. Take the stairs and walk down the corridor. The second to the last room on the left, thanks.”
Bob collected his license and without sparing the young lady another look ran up the stairs.
Seated outside room 20 was Agent Klin jotting down on his note pad. Sighting a man walking up to him, he stood up to meet him.
“Sorry Sir this is a restricted area you have to move back.”
“I’m Bob Williams, Claire is my niece. Your office called me,” Bob said stopping before the officer.
“Can I see an ID please?” Agent Klin demanded.
“For Christ sake….” Bob cursed repeating the same process he passed through at the reception.
Agent Klin collected the license which Bob handed out to him to check for face match. Convinced, he handed it back to him.
“I’m afraid you will have to wait for a moment Sir. She is been attended to by the doctor,” the agent said.
“For how long do I have to wait?” Bob asked impatiently.
“I can’t tell Sir,” Agent Klin replied and sank back to his seat while Bob started pacing the length of the corridor impatiently and frustrated. He so wanted to see his niece and make sure she is ok.SLY
Outside the hospital, he sat inside his car, with his hood hanging down his shoulder, as he went through the phone he’d collected from the guy he killed. He couldn’t find any saved number; just a couple of messages and a continuous exchange of calls between two numbers.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number and waited for it to connect.
“Kunle howfar?” he asked as the line connected.
“Yes I know sorry for the disturbance,” he apologized before he continued. “I need you to help me check the registration details of this number, 070…… Hit me back when you have got something, thanks.” He concluded and dropped the call.
As he dropped the call, he saw a car speed into the hospital premises pulling to a stop not far from his car. His hand instantly went for his gun ready to shoot when he saw the acting CEO of Williams Holdings step down from the car rushing into the hospital. Putting his gun back into the glove compartment, he stepped down from the car and followed him in.
He’d pretended to have an appointment and settled on the hospital reception on the second floor which housed the ICU where Claire was admitted watching the CEO as he paced up and down with the police officer seated in front of the door.
After about ten minutes he saw the doctor come out from the room. He watched as he talked briefly with Mr. Bob, the acting CEO before stepping away, for Bob to enter the room. His phone started vibrating in his pocket and pulling it out, he saw a message notification from Kunle.
‘It’s a dead end, the line was registered with the face of a baby and all details to it are sham’
He sighed, typed a ‘Thank you’ and replied Kunle before dropping the phone back into his pocket.
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BOB
His patience was running out as he paced in front of the ward. The officer had offered him a seat twice but he was in no mood to seat.
Just when he was about to lose it, the doctor stepped out from the room, followed by a nurse.
“Thank Goodness.” He said heaving a deep sigh of relief.
“I presume you are Mr. Bob?” the doctor asked stretching forth his hand for a hand shake.
“Yes, how is she?” Bob asked taking the doctor’s hand.
“Calm down sir, she is ok, just shocked. We sedated her and by the time she wakes up she will be just fine.” The doctor explained.
“Thank you doctor.” Bob appreciated.
“You are welcome.”
“Can I see her now?” he asked, uncertain of what the doctor’s reply would be.
“Yea sure!” the doctor replied with a smile and nodded to the officer before walking away with the nurse.Claire
She woke up and saw her only Uncle, Bob, sitting beside her, holding her hand. He was bent, resting his head on the bed probably sleeping. She looked around the room, her eyes settling on the wall clock which had ‘BE HEALTHY’ engraved in it. She couldn’t believe she’d slept for eight good hours at a stretch. Taking the exclusively furnished room into cognizance, she didn’t expect less as her name always evoked the best treatment for her. As she looked around the room, the event that had brought her to the hospital flashed through her mind. This was the first time an attempt was been made on her life since she came back to the country to take over her father’s business. She couldn’t think of any reason why someone would want to kill her.
As her thoughts roamed around the incident, the note she tucked under the pillow when they brought her into the ICU came to her mind. Adjusting quietly, trying not to disturb her uncle, she picked the note and unfolded it. Written on the paper in bold letters with a red ink were three words ‘TRUST NO ONE’
She remembered how horrified she’d been when the door to her side of the car opened. She had thought that he came to finish her up. She’d been so shocked and afraid that she couldn’t get a view of the guy. Though he was very fast and had half of his face covered by the hood of his sweat shirt, she could have made out something from his face if she had herself under control. She shifted to relax back to the bed when her uncle stirred and woke up.
“Thank goodness. How are you Princess?” he asked surprised at seeing her up.
“I’m fine uncle, sorry for waking you.” She replied with a smile. “I know you must have been here for long.”
“I came as soon as I was contacted by the police.” He replied waving off her apology. “What happened?”
“How is Anthony?” she asked ignoring her uncle’s question.
“I don’t know, the cops didn’t say much about him.”
The image of Anthony slumped over the steering wheel settled on her mind as she prayed silently for a miracle that he survives. She’d heard as two shots shattered the windscreen just as Anthony slumped over the steering.
Her thoughts were disrupted by the entrance of the doctor, nurse and two men; one carrying her handbag, the other she recognized vividly from the crime scene.
“Oh!! I see, you are awake,” the doctor said with a smile walking towards her bed, “Gentle men” he said turning to the two men behind him, “This is Mr. Bob, uncle to the victim and Mr. Bob these are men from the Police SCD.”
The men nodded in salutation to Bob who also did same. The one with the handbag handed it over to Bob who in turn placed it beside Claire.
Without waiting for further pleasantries, the doctor turned to Claire.
“How are you feeling?” he asked with a smile feeling her pulse from her hand.
She nodded without a word. The doctor with the smile not leaving his lips used his stethoscope on her chest. After that, he checked the readings on the EKG which was connected to some parts of Claire’s body. Taking the file from the nurse, he jotted down something before handing it back to her.
“Do you feel anyhow, weird or pressure on any part of your body?” he asked still with smiles.
“No, not at all. I feel like myself. When am I leaving here?” she asked trying her best not to sound rude.
“That’s good to hear that you are fine. We will watch you again for this night and maybe by tomorrow you will be discharged.”
“Ok, thank you.” She muttered, not pleased that she won’t be discharged immediately.
“Well then, these gentlemen will like to talk to you,” he said and turning to the SCD men, he said “Don’t pressure her, she still needs time.”
The leading officer nodded and shook hands with the doctor before he left. While all these happened, Bob rested on the seat observing without words.
“Miss like you already know, I’m Inspector Owel from the state SCD (Special Crimes Department) and this is my colleague Donald, hope you don’t mind if we ask you a couple of questions pertaining to the event of today?”
“No problem.” Claire replied.
Bob waved them to a double sitter beside where he sat asking them to sit. They thanked him and sank into the seat pulling out their note pads.
“Do you mind telling us what happened at the scene?” Owel asked.
On a particular day after he just got off an operation and was planning on taking a vacation, a number contacted him for a job. He could have waved it off but for some reason he didn’t. First, the voice sounded familiar and not so often does he get contacted by familiar voices. Again, the price attached to the job made it impossible to walk over.
This particular contract was clearly away from what he involved himself in; his operations never exceeded two weeks; one week of surveillance and another for execution but, on the contrary, this case involved surveillance for one month, finding a classified document before execution
He had set everything in motion after the drop off was made. At first he had thought that the target was a high ranking politician or an oil man for such a bounty to have been placed, only to realize that the target was a young girl more or less in her early or mid twenties. He’d thought that she was a spoilt brat daughter of a politician but from the picture he had, she didn’t strike him as one but, that has never been his concern.
With his mind set, he had started following the target, monitoring every of her move. The first few days were hitch free as he followed her around from a distance. The target had posed no threat to his operation as she walked freely, no guards; a thing of surprise to him.
After two weeks of following the target, for the very first time, he questioned the rationale behind the execution of such an innocent and carefree girl as he termed her. Apart from the simple nature of the girl, he strongly believed that there were forces surrounding her.
It had all started the first night he made an entrance into her apartment. If not for his expertise, he would have been caught and probably shot by the girl. He’d gained entrance into the apartment altering the security system. After confirming that the girl was deep asleep, he had proceeded to her study in search of a document which was part of the operation. The document as detailed was marked with triple X which signified top secret
He’d been engrossed in the search when his ears picked a sound tiptoeing towards the study. He had stopped and got himself perfectly hidden just in time for the ‘supposed to be sleeping’ girl walk into the study armed like she had been notified about his presence. After checking around, the girl had left. He’d already readied himself for defense should the girl find him but luckily she didn’t. As she left, he’d followed suit escaping from where he came in.
This particular sequence had repeated itself the following week before he decided to give up on the operation. He had found himself getting attached to the girl. Seeing the look on her face each morning after a disturbed night always gave him a guilty conscience; a guilt that never left.
After the third week on the target, for the very first time in his career, he decided to terminate the contract but not without having in mind that if he couldn’t do it, some other person was going to do it and it was just a matter of time before the girl gets killed.
After much contemplation, he contacted his client and notified him of the termination of the contract. The man had been disappointed and ran curses on him before going off the phone. Sly had requested for a drop off of the bounty that had been paid but his client had directed him to the road that led to hell and told him to go and rot in it after he made it clear to him that he wasn’t the only best hand in the job and since he couldn’t do it, someone else was going to do it, only just a matter of time.
Sly couldn’t believe that for the first time in his life that he was developing feelings for a target. He couldn’t believe himself but could he help it? He was the Sly known for his ruthlessness that never gave emotions and sentiments a chance, but following the innocent target, who obviously had offended nobody, for three weeks had got him attached to her and he had decided to protect her.
He had continued following the girl but this time was for her protection. While following the girl, he had tried to find out who wanted her dead but it had all led to a dead end. The only lead he had was that the voice that ordered the hit sounded familiar to that which ordered for the elimination of four suspected assassins two years ago.
It was one month later while following the young lady that he noticed another assassin stalking her and just then he knew that the chips were down. Two days after he noticed the stalker, the girl had travelled for what he had information to be a seminar and then he decided to tail the assassin.
The guy had been cautious enough but was no match for him. He had on two occasions made him out by following him and had shook him off or so he thought but, on those occasions, Sly had played like a normal motorist going about his business.
Sly had waited for a perfect opportunity for the dude to make a slip but that never happened till the day the girl came back from the seminar. He had tracked the guy to the airport and waited till the girl arrived.
Sly’s motive had been to kidnap the dude and get information out from him but that never happened as he shot him before he could eliminate the girl. Before he left the scene, he had picked the assassin’s phone to get more clues but it had all led to a dead end.Bob Williams is the only brother of late Mr. Ralph Williams. Since the death of his brother, he had taken charge of running his company pending when Claire was ready to take over.
He had run the company with his life for the legacy of his brother not to crumble as it was already moving towards that end after his death with some individuals at the top echelon of the company orchestrating plans for a hostile takeover.
He was on his way for a contract meeting when he got a call from the state SCD office about the attack on Claire. Immediately he made a detour and headed straight to the hospital.
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As the officers left, he’d gone back into the room to Claire’s searching gaze.
“Is everything alright?” Claire had asked noticing the look on his face.
“Yea everything is fine.” He replied settling on the couch beside Claire’s bed.
“Any news about Anthony?”
“Anthony? No … not yet.” He stammered and that gave him up.
Claire knew that whenever Bob stammers something was amiss. They’ve been so close right from when she was a kid and became closer since the death of her father. After he had assumed the role of a father, always wanting and giving her the best of everything.
She remembered when her father died. How Bob had stepped in to make sure that her father’s business empire didn’t crumble.
“Uncle what is it?” she asked staring at Bob who tried to avoid her piercing gaze, “Is Anthony ok?”
“I’m sorry sweetheart, he didn’t make it. He died on the spot.” He blurted out holding her hand comfortingly.
Claire had silently been praying for a miracle about Anthony’s survival. She’d seen him slump over the steering wheel when the shots shattered the windscreen.
Anthony was a hardworking young man though in his early forties. He was her personal driver before she left for the states. She never had much friends growing up and Anthony had turned out to be her best friend. They had created a bond that Claire could tell him anything and everything. She confided in him, seek his opinion and advice which he never failed to give.
When she left for the States, she had pleaded with her late dad to give Anthony another job pending when she comes back. That request had been granted by her father and when she came back, though she moved out from her father’s house because of the memories it gave her, she was happy reuniting with Anthony who doubled as her official and personal driver.
She had mourned him till the next morning that she was discharged. Bob had stayed with her not taking a step out till she was discharged and they left together.
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SLY
He was relieved seeing Claire discharged the following day. He stayed in the hospital the previous day till his presence started becoming suspicious before he left.
The next morning as early as 5am, he was already parked at the hospital premises waiting for her to be discharged.
He didn’t sleep a wink the previous night as the thought of Claire never left his mind. The look of horror she had when he opened the car door etched on his heart. As he thought about Claire, he also tried to put the links he had together but couldn’t make out anything from them. After so much thought, he’d decided to create a list of potential suspects and investigate them. First on, the list was the current acting CEO of Williams Holdings, Bob, but before that, he needed to find a connection between two years ago and his current task since the voice that ordered for the hit on the four assassins sounded similar to that which ordered for the hit on Claire, he needed to find a link.TWO YEARS BACK.
CHIEF WIILIAMS
A wealthy business man who had made a name for himself in the world of business. His business empire spreads out from oil to Real Estates, hotels and resorts. He also had a fair share in the world of construction.
He had lost his wife to cancer at the early stage of their marriage; two years after the birth of his only child Claire.
The death of his wife had broken him down to the point of seclusion and confinement to a team of medical and psychiatrist experts not excluding counselors who fought to restore his sanity. He mourned his wife like someone that lost everything he owned in the world.
His recovery came on a day and time when hope was lost. People who thought he was beyond help and had given up on him were shocked to the marrow.
From the point of his recovery, he devoted his life to loving and raising his only daughter. He had only two people he could call his own in the whole world; his only daughter and a brother who was languishing in prison in China for drug related offences.
He had used his business contacts and connections in china to secure the release and deportation of his brother but not without parting with a fortune. After the release and rehabilitation of his brother, he’d quickly incorporated him into his empire. And he was neither disappointed nor regretted ever bringing him in as Bob impressed him beyond his imagination.
He made sure everything was provided for her daughter; from the best nanny to the best schools. From his point of recovery, he rebuilt the foundation of his business and settled it around his daughter. He’d stood his ground against taking in another woman, a promise he made to his wife the night of their wedding; that alive or dead, he will never take in another woman.
He’d written his life will and sent to three of his lawyers in three different parts of the world unknown to each other. Contained in the will are details of the benefactors and formula for sharing his properties should he die before his daughter turned twenty five. Also contained in the will is what happens should his daughter die before clocking twenty five.
Growing and becoming successful in the world of business involves stepping on toes at every stage. As he created a name for himself in business, he also made a whole lot of enemies and friends. Just like he had people in his bad books, he also was in the bad books of others.
His death had shocked the whole country. As narrated by his personal driver and security and also as released by the press and SCD, he was assassinated. His car had been ambushed by four men as they only came for his life and when they made sure that he was dead, left without touching his driver or the security escort.
His death had attracted concern from far and wide and that had put the SCD on their toes as they used all their resources and best hands in investigating his death. Every perceived opponent of Mr. Williams was drilled, monitored and investigated but nothing came out.
One day, a breakthrough came from a call made to the SCD. The caller had reported the discovery of a grave carelessly dug with a hand sticking out. The SCD had swung into action and had discovered four decomposed bodies in the said grave. After the autopsy and identification, it was confirmed that the four dead bodies were that of those responsible for the death of Mr. William.
Witnesses and material evidences to the murder of the four were sort but whoever did the job did a good one not to have left any atom of evidence.
After what was a long year of thorough investigation, the case was gradually la!d to rest.
THREE MONTHS ON
SLY
His investigation so far had yielded only bits of information. Every suspect that had been involved by the SCD in the death of Mr. Williams had a bit of information tied to them but, all the evidences he gathered were not falling into place.
On the list of suspects are two big shots who according to his findings where the only ones capable of ordering a hit on Mr. Williams and his daughter. One is Mr. Festus whom Mr. Williams according to his statement to the SCD used his connection to frustrate him out of a contract worth millions of naira. The other was Mr. Olive who also suffered terribly in the hands of Mr. Williams, at the end went bankrupt and had to start life afresh.
While Mr. Olive according to his statement had forgiven and forgotten, Mr. Festus had stated categorically that if he had opportunity to eliminate Mr. Williams he would have done it but made it clear that he had nothing to do with his murder. The question on his mind is ‘do people really forgive and even if they do, forgetting is a very long way to go’.
Sly had secretly contacted every suspect to the case to check for voice match but none had matched. Away from the names on the list, he’d secretly investigated the top members of Williams’s holdings. Coming out tops on his list of strong suspects was Mr. Batho. From the information he’d gathered, Mr. Batho had never fallen in line with Mr. Williams. After the death of William’s wife, when he was unstable, Mr. Batho had aligned with some board members to overthrow him and install himself but had met stiff opposition from members loyal to Mr. Williams. The same action had repeated itself after his death but Bob had stood up to him and his plans had hit a brick wall. Why Williams kept him at the top echelon of his company despite all, still remained unknown. Maybe, the only theory that supports that remains the fact that despite the rebellious nature of Batho, he was ambitious and produced great results for the company and people that had the knack of producing results had a place in Mr. William’s heart.
Sly had dug deep into Batho’s affairs but the bits of information he’d gathered couldn’t pin him as a prime suspect but he wasn’t giving up.
After going through the suspect list from the SCD, the only person whose name never appeared anywhere was Mr. Bob. From lessons he’d learnt from many years in his career, he knew that the no one could be trusted but in this case, Mr. Bob was too clean not to be trusted.
He’d devoted time to follow him, monitor his home, tapped his phone, had Kunle trace his cell, bank transactions and everything he was involved in down to his romantic relationships but in all, Bob had come out clean.
He’d gone further to dig into the lives of the security escorts protecting Claire and they were clear enough.
Sly had people virtually in all places; people who are in one way or the other indebted to him or those he had something against. That had made getting information very easy for him. That’s also the reason why he was always many steps ahead of the law
CLAIRE
It was three months gone and she was becoming pissed to hell with the whole body guards around her. She used to be a simple girl living a simple life but suddenly everything came crumbling as she can’t wait to have it back.
After the attempt on her life, she’d taken one month of work to recover and mourn Anthony.
She’d not spared anything in making sure that Anthony had a befitting burial. She’d also set up Anthony’s wife and taken sponsorship of his only daughter who Anthony had named Claire; she believed she owed that much to her friend.
After one month, she had resumed work but mostly worked from the comfort of her house, though she disliked the whole security issue but her uncle had insisted that until everything was settled, he wouldn’t withdraw them.
Her little hope of getting rid of the security around her dashed when she’d decided to show him the note the guy on hood gave to her. Bob had gone ahead to secure three more body guards who took charge of the house while the other three followed her around.
Within the first two months, she’d thought of running away back to the States but decided against it; that would be disappointing her father. She had always reminded herself that she has come far enough to run away; that it was only a matter of time and everything will return to normalcy.
Throughout that period, she almost delegated every function to Bob;both company and contract meetings and he had run everything effectively. At times, she hated her uncle for being so stubborn to her liken but, most other times she couldn’t stop loving him. She knew he meant well for her.
She could never be grateful enough to him for his care and support. From her young age when he came back to Nigeria they had shared a bond and when her father died, he’d single handedly ran the company, even when majority wanted to take over the company.
It had always been the wish of her late father to have her assume the position of CEO in the company when she graduates from high school but he died before actualizing that and Bob had taken it upon himself to see that dream come true.
After her graduation, Bob had coached her through the rudiments of the company and never failed to tell her how proud she made him. Bob had told her that her late father wished for her to run the company at twenty five and when that time comes he was going to hand over the title of CEO to her.
To her, she preferred that Bob keeps the position of the CEO while she assumes a managerial role but that hadn’t gone down well with him. He had insisted that it was to be done as her father had wanted it to be. He’d instead offered to be her adviser as well as taking a managerial role under her. Claire had taken his decision with open and appreciative heart.
The only consolation she had that period was her only best friend Lizzy. Lizzy had been her friend from their time in high school. They had clicked when they realized that they were both from Nigeria. Their friendship had blossomed beyond description.
Lizzy is an extrovert while Claire is on the reserved side. They had both affected each other’s life positively. Lizzy had been her backbone when she lost her dad. She had flown down to Nigeria, putting a break on her academics to mourn with her. Whenever it was like the world was crashing down on her, Lizzy was always there to help her stand firm.
When she’d informed her of the attempt on her life, Lizzy who had been on a business trip to Dubai had hurried everything just to come back and be with her. For the first month that she was with her, she had enjoyed her company but not the nagging it came with. Lizzy never ceased to drum it into her ears to take a time out from work and devote some time to build a relationship with a guy. Truth to that fact, she has loads of highly placed guys gunning for her love but, she always waved them off believing that they would be nothing but distraction to her purpose of fulfilling her father’s dream.
Away from that, the little relationship she had back in high school had ended miserably after she refused to give into the S#xual demands of her boyfriend; a Latino. To her it had been good riddance to bad rubbish. She’d moved on like it never happened even when the guy tried to ridicule her by flaunting his new girlfriend everywhere. She had learnt a lesson from it that love is overly exaggerated, it is always about interest. She had vowed that no man was ever going to subdue her against her wishes. The few she’d given chances of friendship had all been control freaks and that had made her close her mind entirely towards dating until God knows when.
Lizzy never ceased to taunt her that she was going to die a virgin, frustrated and miserable which she always accepted without a fight.
After the third month, she’d fought her uncle, screamed and threatened to run away or commit suicide if the guards weren’t withdrawn. She had been so serious that Bob didn’t blink an eye before withdrawing them. He had pleaded with her to allow one guard follow her around while another watches over the house but she had bluntly refused threatening that should she as little as notice anybody following her from a thousand miles radius in the name of protection she will run away and never come back. She needed her life back. Bob had no option but to relieve the guards and escorts around her.
Her happiness had known no bounds when everything returned to normalcy. Nothing beats the new feeling of being herself and going about her normal business without some mean looking men walking beside and behind her
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