Chapter 5 The Pressure Builds Bala stared at the clock on his office wall, his fingers tapping an erratic rhythm on his desk. It was only 8 a.m. on Wednesday, but the morning felt suffocating. He had hoped the pressure would ease after Adebayo’s press conference yesterday, where Deji was framed as a drug lord and Ada declared wanted. The media had lapped it up, spinning the story in all directions. It was almost perfect. Yet, something gnawed at him—the recording. Ada had vanished, and with her, the damning footage of Deji’s arrest. The longer the video remained hidden, the more Bala’s unease grew. If that recording surfaced, everything they had carefully orchestrated would come crashing down. He grabbed his phone dialing Razor. The street boss had eyes and ears everywhere, If anyone could find Ada, it was him. Razor answered on the first ring. “Razor,” Bala greeted, making sure to assert dominance in his to...
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Chapter 4 The Meeting The dim glow of the fluorescent light flickered overhead as the clock on the wall edged toward 4 a.m. The quiet of the prison was broken only by the distant sounds of guards chatting and the shuffling of their feet. Deji, slumped on the cold concrete floor of his cell, was just waking from a deep sleep on Tuesday morning, the second day of his arrest, when the door creaked open. “Deji,” a hushed voice whispered, cutting through the haze of sleep. “Get up.” Deji’s heart raced as he jolted awake, adrenaline surging through his veins. “What’s happening? Are they moving me?” His voice trembled, laced with both fear and curiosity. “Not yet,” Femi replied, stepping inside and quietly shutting the door behind him. “I need you to come with me. No time to explain.” Deji hesitated, a million questions swirling in his mi...
Chapter 3 Race Against Exposure Ada's apartment felt suffocating, despite the warm glow of the morning sun filtering through her curtains. She hadn't slept all night, her body tense with dread. Her phone screen flashed again—more messages from Tunde. His persistence was alarming. He had been demanding the recording for hours, pressuring her to send it as soon as possible. But Ada wasn’t the same naive person she had been the day before. Now, she understood the terrible mistake she had made by trusting him. Tunde had been Deji’s closest friend, someone she thought they could rely on. Yet, the eagerness in his voice, the urgency with which he pushed her to hand over the evidence, now rang in her ears as the telltale signs of betrayal. She cursed under her breath, realizing the depth of her error. Tunde had been working with Senator Bala all along. Ada had unknowingly put herself in dange...