Allen was busy fondling through the shelf when he found the sizable diary. The dairy had BLACK BOOK written in red ink; it caught his attention, and suddenly, he lost interest in searching for his credit card.With his gaze steadied on it, he flipped through the diary. “This must be Jack’s,” a voice suggested in him as he kept flipping through the dirty secrets of Jack. Tossing his head, he paused once he got to a shocker.“What!” he snapped, mouth gaping, face sweating profusely.He wanted to sit down and read through the secret behind the death of Dube Solomon when he heard a gun nozzle point at his head and a single click.“What are you searching for, motherfucker?”The grunting voice of Jack froze him more than the gun. Hand trembling, the diary left his hand and dashed on the floor, and Jack snatched it from him.“I guess you have seen what you have been searching for, huh. What took you to my personal diary? Speak! Who sent you?” his voice beamed from wall to wall.Without being

The moon light scarcely lit the sky over the mansion of Rex. Inside, innumerable murmuring of Ethan, Rex, his lawyers and a few of his loyal associates beamed heavily. They clicked glasses of wine and chattered about the victory of Rex.News of Rex escaping jail got to the print and on the lips of people. Surrounded by his associates, Rex was still in tears. He took an ample time to appreciate Ethan’s smartness and the effort he made to save him jail.Everyone one tagged Ethan the man of the moment; his doggedness engraved his name on the minds of people and earned him more honor among his admirers.Soon, the guests dispersed, leaving the night lonelier, and calm on the end of Ethan and his father. It was almost late hour when they heard a gunshot out there.Rex paused, his face screwing up in fear. The gun shot thundered again and he mumbled. “Did you hear that?”Ethan’s face darkened with caution as the gunshot intensified now, bullet shells landing on the roof, glass shield smashin

“Perhaps you may do that just to define your foolishness,” Ethan snapped, his lips curved furiously, “I have moved on. Why are you still finding it difficult to do the same, huh? Stick to your so-called George and let me be. Sometime ago you left me for Jack and when I discovered my true identity you got back begging for a second chance like a horse gasping for water, and now you are back to George. You are the most confused nymph I have ever seen.”Ella chuckled, a stylish mockery on her chin. “If I am the most confused nymph what are you? Son to a criminal, and a loser. Where is your father’s bank?”I dare you not to mention my father in this!” Ethan barked, folding his fist and surging closer, “Take my father out of your shitty mouth, else I will put you in the box you belong.”She pushed him on the chests. “I dare you to do your worse, pauper!” she cursed, “I can see you want to put me in the same box your criminal father belongs, a man that got his wealth through money launderin

The papers slammed on the floor.“This is absolute rubbish, darling. This is the limit. I am not going to accept this. We are not hiring Ethan for the job!” Ella’s eyes rolled, nose flared. “What are you even doing George?”“You can still make sense without yelling,” George stroked his hair, “Besides, I don’t see anything wrong in hiring Ethan. He is the only qualified candidate for the job. His expertise in banking is going to help our oil and gas sector. Can’t you see?”“I can’t see anything!” she sighed, her fist folded. “That motherfucker has no place in our company. He claims to be the son of the richest man in New York, let him stick with that. As for this job, I am going to make sure he loses it.”“That is not going to happen!” George protested gently, “His father once owned one of the best banks remember, and he knows much about accounting. He is the viable candidate for the position. We can’t lose such an asset. I just…”“Asset my foot!” her teeth gritted, as she surged clo

Allen’s mouth had never been so bitter, he could feel the spiral flow of sweat down his body right now.Done searching his car, they demanded for his drivers’ license. He showed them and they had a look at his ID card bearing Domain University.“Are you still a student?” one of the police men asked, tapping the automatic pistol in his waist. Allen shook his head and told him he was a graduate who worked for George Powell now.Satisfied with his response, they shook hands with him and tossed their heads in approval for him to drive on.Allen was still uncomfortable. He had noticed one of the police men feasting his eyes on him as if he suspected some fishy moves.Feigning seriousness, Allen wanted to hope into his car when the another police man called to his attention.“I thought you were done with me,” he protested slightly, his heart pounding now.“Domain University?” the policeman inquired, his brow thickening as he surged closer and dimmed his eyes at his beholder.Allen went cold