Benny suddenly had a huge sense of relief soaring through him and his eyes glimmered in a twinkle of serenity.It was the first time that he really had some sort of relief since he found himself in Mr. Ferguson’s God-forsaken apartment.Seeing Paul pointing a gun toward Mr. Ferguson’s face made his fist fold in a silent rejoice. Finally, the bastard had been shown who the real boss was, he thought. He wondered why Paul was even telling him to kneel. He would have loved to see the sight of Mr. Ferguson kneeling at the feet of Paul - it would bring so much satisfaction to his heart. But more than anything, he wanted Mr. Ferguson dead.Even if he escaped, perhaps Mr. Ferguson could still find him knowing that he was at a loose end but if he was dead, he would feel at peace. He wouldn't even have to hide himself from the sunlight like he previously thought he was going to do.Mr. Ferguson hovered with a deadly flutter of hesitation as Paul's instruction made its way into his ears. He tho

Paul could tell that there was trouble. His body also melted in trembling as the way Mr. Ferguson screamed suggested to him that he was witnessing something terrible happen to Rosette. He desperately hoped that it wasn't as bad as he was thinking but with every second that went by, he began to doubt if it was going to get any better. He knew how brutal the Kazitanis were.There was no one in the background of where Rosette was. It was just pure darkness and Rosette’s blue eyes gleaming in the dark with a muffled cry for help.Mr. Ferguson’s voice was breaking with tears as he spoke. “Rosette, please hang in there. I am sorry this is happening to you. I am so sorry you have to go through all of these. Don't you worry eh, daddy would come through for you? Daddy would get you out of there soon.”“This wasn't supposed to happen to you. I should have protected you. I should never have allowed it to get to this situation. I know it's tough being there. I will get you back to safety okay?”

It was only Ms. Turner who could have known that Miriam was in his office because it was Ms. Turner she sent to call her. Paul recalled how Ms. Turner had some difficulty getting to Miriam and the minor altercation she had with her where Ms. Turner specifically maintained that she wasn't friends with Miriam was was only a subordinate to her.Perhaps that was the missing link that he was looking for, Paul furrowed his brow in realization.But if it was only Ms. Turner who knew about the fact that Miriam and Paul talked about visiting Mr. Ferguson, then Ms. Turner probably had something to do with why the Kazitanis knew that Paul was with Mr. Ferguson.Paul’s mind was a hive of activity as he weighed all the possible scenarios available until he concluded.Ms. Turner had to be the missing link! Ms. Turner was another mole - Paul concluded in his mind.His gut feeling was a nagging sensation, a voice in his head that kept drawing him to the conclusion that Ms. Turner was the mole - that

***Ms. Turner who was still Miriam’s secretary was returning from work. Her shoulders sagged with exhaustion and her body was weighed down by the toll of her long work hours.The fact that Miriam was on a break made life a little easier for her at work. She hated having a boss and more so a woman like Miriam as her boss. There was something about Miriam that just made her reek of hatred for her.The sound of rain drumming on the roof was very loud and the air was damp and heavy. The ground was saturated and puddles were forming on the floor. She was lucky that she had the rain had not started much earlier but it was when she had almost gotten to her home that the rain started pouring heavily.Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of her phone ringing jarred her into action as she dived her hand into her bag to pick it up. “Very good job so far, Ms. Turner,” a voice spoke through the phone.Ms. Turner knew at once that it was a receiver. Ms. Turner took cover under a large tree which offe

Paul knew that the moment he left, Ms. Turner was going to call the Kazitanis and inform her of his whereabouts since she had now told him the address.With a sudden burst, he slammed the phone on the ground and used his boots to crush it into pieces before picking up the SIM card. Paul retracted his gun into its place before he strode toward the door, his footsteps echoing.“You forgot to give Ghizzy his medicine,” Ms. Turner said, her words tumbling out in a rush as she pleaded. “Please don't go without giving my pet dog his medicine. He would die.”Ms. Turner’s gaze was going back and forth on tension as she took a glance towards the corner where her dog lay undisturbed and unresponsive to stimuli.“Oh, I didn't forget Ms. Turner. Just that—-” Paul’s brain hitched as if he recollected an idea.“Instead of allowing your dog to die, I will go with her. She seems cute,” Paul said with his tone measured with slight mockery before walking over to where the dog lay motionless.The dog w