LIONS DEN
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They got to the warehouse that morning. Lorreta went straight in and pretended he has never met Joal. There are various activities going on in that building but no outsider will ever suspect that, some illicit activities including smuggling of people around the world is just iota of what they do in there.

The Law enforcement agency had investigated times without number but they have not been able to see any evidence against them. Joal started to think things through. What if this was a set up? Why must I keep falling for her antics? All through yesterday I did all what she asked me to do. He said to himself. Joal you must be stupid. I must meet up with Justin and explain everything. I have to hear his opinion on this.

The next day Joal noticed the sudden changes Lorreta exhibits and he decided to play along. "I have to be rigid in this and never show any signs of fear. I'm the boss around here, so I have to act as one he said." Late in the evening Joal when back to his place and make sure he wasn't trailed. On getting home he decided to meet up with Justin. He was taken to a new place where those five new employees will no find him. He told his trusted men to watch over the house and give him feedback, if they suspect anything unusual.

Joal met with Justin and told him all what transpired between himself and Lorreta. "What do you this my friend?" He asked. "Think you say? You just poured fuel into a house that is already burning. What the hell have you done?"

"I am not generalizing this. All girls are not the same. Look there are some you meet your life will transform for the better while some are just like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. But Lorreta is a ticking time bomb who you just wrapped around your neck."

Justin continued by saying" the face is like a mask beautiful or ugly you never going to know who is behind the face, whether she an angel or the devil? And that is what you should have figured out first before going intimate with her. Look a friend of mine once told me. "There are so many secrets hiding there in a woman's eyes. The body of a woman itself is a temple of evil."

"We are in serious trouble. I just hope this doesn't ruin our future plan because this is not good at all. Who knows if your phone has been tempered with? All the conversation we are having I just hope someone else is hearing this. I'm happy you didn't call before coming, so please do away with that phone. It must have been compromised."

Immediately Joal told one of his trusted friend to travel ten miles away from their current location and throw the phone away in a river close to the mountain. He collected him the phone and disposed of it like he asked. 

It's been three days and Lorreta was shocked that Joal has not used the phone she planted the chips on just yet. She knew something was off, Lorreta told her other female counterpart that the ticking hands of the clock is drawing us closer to our grave. This people and intelligent. I have not gotten any clue to finding where Justin is. The Mafia is going to kill us in a matter of days. We need to do something. So she came up with a plan.

Lorreta went straight to Joal and said, "you just failed a simple test. I purposely did not talk to you just to see how you will react, it shows you don't care about me and I can't trust you." Justin at this point began to fall for it. He is so easily fooled by women. He no longer thinks with his brain but rather allows his heart to control him.

He apologized and said to Loretta. "I promise you. It won't happen again." "I have forgiven you Loretta replied. She continued by saying, if only you know how much care, you won't have hurt me this way. I feel terrible but after all what you said I'm fine now. I just hope you are saying the truth."

Loretta promised to visit Joal in him home making reference to the fact that he knows where she lives and it's only logical for her to know where he stays as well. At this point Joal is speechless. He can't say no to her request. All he could think of it to buy a new house and move everything valuable within a day so that he will take her to his current place where he lives.

Joal told his cousin to help him look for a place immediately, that it is urgent. He told him to buy the house in his name and never to reveal his true identity regarding their connection to anyone, so that it won't link back to him. "You have to do this for your safety" he said. "I will brother. He replied. You have helped me a lot after the passing of my aunty, your mother, so this is just little compared to what you have done for me."

"I am doing this for your well being and safety. Justin reiterated. I can't afford to lose you. You are all I have left and I will do whatever it takes to make sure you are safe even if it will lead to my death." His cousin replied. "I have no reason not to believe you. But please stop talking about death. Nobody is dying." Joal never told him the truth about his sudden source of wealth. He just said he came in contact with a rich politician that awards him government contract. His cousin acquired the luxurious house and did exactly what Joal told him. Joal moved all his vital belongings to his new place.

Loretta visited her after work. They both went to the market because she told Justin they are not eating out tonight. She wants to make dinner for them to eat.

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