ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 146 – 147 by dy9ty7

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ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 132 - 133 by dy9ty7

ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 146 by dy9ty7

Rachel has since woken up and was staring at the ceiling with a blank expression written on her face. Dolapo was seated by her bedside looking at her frail figure on the bed.
“Dolapo.” She said turning to face her.
“Aunty, you are awake. Thank you God.” Dolapo said.
“What happened?” She asked.
“You were bleeding from the stitches below you tommy, and after that you passed out.” Dolapo explained.
Rachel heaved a sigh of relief.
“Where is my baby?” She asked.
“Chidinma is with her at home.” Just then the door into ward opened and Doctor Rapheal walked in.
“How are you feeling now dear?” He asked touching Rachel on the cheek.
Dolapo hissed angrily as she eyed the randy doctor.
“So, you’ll be admitted here until you are good to go. Actually, I would have adviced you to stay back until we have the stitches removed but you husband wants you home.” Rapheal explained.
“I understand you perfectly Doctor. But I am going home today. As a matter of fact, I am going home now.” Rachel replied.
Rapheal was taken aback by the reply he got. He was expecting her to grasp the opportunity of them being together all day. Another thing that suprised him was the sudden change in the tone and manner which they conversed. She just spoke to him basically on official terms by calling him Doctor and not Rapheal or Raph like she used to.
“I am afraid you can’t go home today. We need to watch over you for at least the rest of the day.” Rapheal said.
“My husband will watch over me, as well as my sisters, so I don’t need your help.” Rachel said, this time she was on her feet looking for her flip flop footwear.
“I know they can watch over you, but medically they can’t. I am afraid you’ll suffer a reoccurrence before the day runs out and by then things might get out of hand.” Rapheal said convincingly.
“Is it by force? She said she wants to go home, what’s your problem about that?” Dolapo chipped in.
“I wasn’t talking to you young lady.” Rapheal said.
“Go change the way you live. Not every patient has lost their dignity like you. Not every patient will allow you sleep with them.” Dolapo said angrily.


“Aunty, lets go.” Dolapo said leading the way like the commander of a battalion while Rachel followed like the members of the troop.
Rapheal stood rooted to the spot. Who the hell is this girl? Ever since she popped up from nowhere, she has been showing up at the wrong time, when it mattered most to him.
“Akpan, lets go.” Dolapo said as she opened the door into the back seat for Rachel who hopped in.
“So quick.” Akpan snapped from his reverie.
Dolapo hopped into the passenger side beside Akpan and he drove out of the hospital premises.
Five minutes into their silent journey, Rachel broke the silence.
“Dolapo, I don’t like the way you spoke to Rapheal, its a slap on my face. You said not every patient has lost their dignity, and you know I am guilty of this, have I lost my dignity too?”
“Aunty please, I don’t mean it that way. I was only saying my own, I never meant to abuse you.” Dolapo said going down on her knees.
“There is no way you can kneel down there, there is not enough room, when we get home, you can kneel all you want.” Rachel said jokingly.
Seven minutes later, Akpan drove into the compound. Dolapo alighted and opened the backdoor for Rachel and at the same time, went down on her knees.
“What’s the matter?” Rachel asked.
Then she remembered what she said on their way.
“No, no, no. Dolapo, I was only joking. Come on stand up.” Rachel said pulling her to her feet and the two ladies walked into the house hand-in-hand.

It was late in the night when Clement drove into the house, even though he was tired, he was veryhappy that everything he did today, he was able to put them under control such that, he only needed to start from where he stopped it during the weekend on Monday.
He remembered he still hasn’t gone to to see Jay as he requested. What does he have to say? Maybe he wants to vindicate himself or probably brainwash him. If he inteded doing either of the two, then he is in for a long ride. Then his mind flashed to Mike’s report at Doctor Rapheal’s involvement with Oloyede(Don) and his crew. But he concluded the Rapheal is not a major threat to their investigation, maybe he was only rendering home treatment to the guys, but no matter what he does, he deserves at least a few hour behind the bars before being charged to court, because its impossible for him to be called to come and treat headache when two tablets of any pain killer will suppress the ache. He has to be doing something illegal, maybe treating a gunshot wound.

From the statement written by the nightwatch man guarding Dolapo’s hostel on the night Tolani was shot, he said he personally shot one of the hoodlums who came to attack the girls, and a few days later, Doctor Rapheal was spotted in the apartment. It all points at him that he was helped the guys treat their gunshot wounds.
Then he remembered its been over a week since she last visited Tolani at the hospital, that’s very bad of him, he didn’t even ask Dolapo who has made it a point of duty to visit the hospital everyday how Tolani was fairing. Maybe he would go and see her tomorrow on his way back from church.
He pushed the front door opened and entered the living room.
“Good evening here.” He said shutting the door behind him and drawing the curtain back in place.
“Welcome Uncle.” Dolapo who was helping Rachel treat her foot nails thanks to the manicure kit.
“Thank you dear, where is Chidi?” Clement asked.
Chidinma appeared at the doorway into the kitchen.
“Am here.” She said waving to her sister’s husband.
Clement smiled and squatted beside his wife. He planted a kiss on her lips.
“Did you girls see anything?” He asked facing Chidinma.
“No we didn’t.” she replied.
He turned his attention back to Dolapo who was trying conceal her giggles.
“Did you see anything?” He asked smiling.
“Not at all. The moment I saw you going down, I knew something was about to happen which is not good for a small girl like me, so I covered my eyes with my hands.” She explained laughing out loud.
Everyone in the living room couldn’t help but laugh at the joke.
“Let me take over from here.” Clementt said.


Dolapo dropped Rachel’s leg from her laps and placed it on Clement’s laps.
“Don’t spoil the good work I started o.” She warned playfully before darting off into the kitchen.
Three minutes later, Clement hand’t done anything new except that he kept rubbing the same nail with nail cleanser.
“Clement!” Rachel called tapping him.
He snapped out of his thoughts with a start and faced his wife with a blank expression on his face.
“What’s the matter? What are you thinking?” She asked.
He wished he could just open up to his wife about his long lost sister who was presently in the police custody for fire arms caught in her possession and because she was also and assassin, but he just could tell a thrid party.
“Am still thinking about Sylvester’s wife.” He lied with a sad smiled.
Rachel took her legs off his laps and moved closer to him.
“Thinking about her death will do you no good. Just make sure you stand by Sylvester and ensure he comes out of it and return to work, so you all can collectively achieve your long term goal.” She adviced.
Just then little Amanda who was yet to be christened but Clement had started calling her by the name he intend giving her, gave a sharp cry from the bedroom.
“My baby is awake. Let me go and check on her.” Rachel said and left the living room.

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Monday came rather too quickly for Dolapo because she wished she could enjoy her weekend even more than she has always done, but God has a different plan, which was why he fast forwarded the weekend.
She had just finished her bath and was almost ready for school when Clement came around to their room.
“Yes, come in.” She said.
The door was pushed open and Clement walked into the room already dressed.
“Are you set for school?” He asked.
“Yes.” She replied.
“Breakfast?” He asked.
“Not today she replied.
“Okay, meet me at the car.” He said and made to walk out of the room when Chidinma stirred in her sleep.
“Uncle Clement.” She called.
Clement stopped and turned to face her.
“I am going to Ibadan today, so I am thinking maybe you could drop me at the park.”
“I have an urgent assignment at work this morning, Akpan will drive you with the second car.” He said and walked out.
When the two girls were alone in the room, Dolapo spoke.
“You didn’t tell me you’ll be going to Ibadan today.”
“Am sorry about that. Its just that the principal of the school where I work is begining to get irritated as to how I skip days at work. I have been here since thursday. Let me go, I’ll be back by wednesday for the christening of the baby.” Chidinma explained.
“Alright. Give me a call once you get home.” Dolapo said.
“Definitely.”
She picked up her handbag and ran accross the living room, then out of the house where Clement was waiting impatiently in his car.
“Sorry.” She said shutting the door.
He shook his head, ignited the car and drove out of the house.
Five minutes into their journey, they are about ten kilometers away from the Lagos state university main gate when Clement swerved the car off the road and parked by the roadside.
“Ngozi will pick you up from here.” He said.
The two of them conversed for the next three to five minutes before a police car which has always been her means of transport to school for over a week now came to a halt in front of Clement’s car.
The door opened and Ngozi alighted from the driver’s seat.
“Morning sir.” She said saluting Clement.
He smiled, knowing it has been a while she greeted him while saluting.
“Yeah, Ngozi.” He eased her by a wave of hand.
“Come on girl, lets go.” Ngozi said to Dolapo who opened the door and went to join Ngozi and the two policemen who have become her sworn enemies as a result of what transpired between them the last time.
“Why didn’t you come to pick me at home?” Dolapo asked as they resumed their journey.
“Its a strategy, you are being watched and we decided to play fast games on those watching you.” Ngozi replied.
“Who is watching me and what do you mean by playing fast games on them?”
“You can’t understand, but part of the game we played was coming over to your house and driving out with a different girl who agreed to help us, those watching thought it was you and followed us. Clement used that opportunity to drive you out when the road was clear. We dropped the girl off somewhere inside the school and out of frustration, those watching you drove off, probably to Clement’s house where they won’t meet you. Which was why we’ve decided to do the exchange.” Ngozi explained.
“Does that mean I am safe now?” Dolapo asked.
Ngozi smiled.


“You are always safe before. The guys just wanted to know if you are going to school today and the hall where you’ll be writing your exam. I just hope they are not planning to attack you.” Ngozi explained.
Dolapo’s heart shattered into pieces that moment. How on earth will she be able to live today with no worries when you knew some set of people will be attacking to kill you in few hours. How she wished, she could just get a bullet proof and walk freely around school.
Dolapo siezed that opportunity to tell Ngozi about the paper she recieved a few days ago. Ngozi scolded her for refusing to talk about it, but later assured her of maximum security, even at the expense of their lives.
“Why will you risk your life because of me?” Dolapo asked.
“Some strong political forces have tasked us to keep you safe and make sure you graduate as planned.” Ngozi explained.
“Who are they?”
“I am not telling you.” Ngozi said giggling as she was cleared to pass at the school gate, and within minutes, she was speeding on the less busy road inside the school.

Don walked into the living room with a strong aura of elegance. About six of his boys including Deoye were already standing in the living room.
“I hope we are ready?” He asked.
“Yes boss.” They all chorused.
Now is the time for the pre operation prep talks which most of his boys find boring and uneccessary but to him, it is important he talked to them. As things were, most of his boys already knew the speech by heart and sometimes complete the speech for him.
“Today is the last day of our adventure which I am sure that by the time we return home, we’ll be victorious.” Don started.
Most of his boys exchanged looks and smiled. Don had prepared a different speech.
“As we all know, this revenge mission doesn’t belong to us, but to a brother who yesterday has decided to pitch his tent with us and become a member of our gang full time. To most of you asking while these helpless girls were being killed, I will let Deoye explain things himself.” He continued.
Deoye cleared his throat and began his story.
“I met Hadiza Ibrahim, a girl from Sokoto exactly five years ago when we came for out post utme exams. She was cool at first sight and became interested in her, at the end of the exam, she kinda misplaced her purse and couldn’t travel back to Sokoto, because she lodged in an hotel with some friend who were waiting for her already at the park.” He began and watched the reaction of the guys.
He could read impatience and dislike at his story from their faces.
“Tell us why you are killing the girls, we don’t have all day for this.” One of the guys said.
“I helped he cash some amount from my bank account and gave it to her. Few months later when we resumed, she camed around and saw me at the admin office, she offered to pay me bac but I declined. We started dating, she was a virgin, she was my life, she was..”
“Guy, won’t you summarise everithing ni?” Another of the guys asked.
“But one thing that spoilt our relationship was understanding. I was temperamental and also a cultist, she was a reserved person who naggs a lot. On various occassions, her friends have adviced her to break up with me, they even got her a guys, but she’s gone through a lot with me and told me everything they said.” He paused.
“Then came a party organised by a guy in school, the guy is a major financier of the oppostion cult group and I know that if Hadiza should go, sh’d be killed. I told her against it, but her friends managed to convince her and she went. That same night she was killed and I have been killing her friends since then.” He finished.
The guys all exchanged looks, their expressions unreadable, maybe they wanted to laugh at his foolishness for killing because of a dead girlfriend, because a guy whose thinking faculty is very functioning should attack those who killed his girlfriend and not his girlfriend’s friends. But who are they to judge? They enjoyed killing more than anything.
“Lets go.” And one after the other, they filed out of the house after Don had called their on ground informant inside the school who told them Dolapo had entered school and about to start her exam.
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“Success we pray for in the name of God.” Detective two said and his other two colleague chorused an Amen before they filed out and locked their shop.
They entered their car, with Mike behind the wheel and followed, Don’s hilux bus.
“Don’t you think we should have arrested these guys before now?” Detective one who was loading his gun asked.
“It would have been nice to arrest them before now, but we needed more evidences against them” Mike replied.
“What if there are mistakes and a shootout ensued, don’t you think innocent students will be hit?” Detective two asked.
“Believe me, there will be no mistakes or shootout whatsoever. They will be caught in the act and arrested with ease.” Mike replied confidently as he matched on the break and swerved into a gas station to refill the tank in a bid to make Don and his boys believe they were not being trailed.
But their foolishness gave them away because the hilux bus they hired was parked outside the compound overnight and Mike who was keeping a vigil over the activities in the house had attached a bug/tracker to the bus.

The president was seated in his office looking
worried and gloomy, from the look of things,
he was a few seconds away from tears.
The door into his office opened and his special
adviser of media and publicity.
“Mr president.” He said.
“Take a sit.” The president pointed to on of
the two empty chairs before him.
The special adviser sat down and faced his
boss.
“Take a look.” The president said handing a
paper to him.
He read the letter over and over again with
fear written all over his face.
“What’s this?” He asked.
“You just read it, didn’t you? Its an
impeachment notice.” The president replied.
“For what offence sir?” The special adviser
asked.
“Look here, I am not cut out for all these
pranks of yours, the National assembly just
sent an impeachment notice to me and I am
expected to respond to the letter before the
end of the day, and we both know it is your
duty to find the best possible ways to debunk
every claims.” The president said hotly.
The special adviser was deep in thought, who
could have given the National assembly the
hints of the presidents dealing.
“Where is Mustapha?” The special adivser
asked.


Mustapha was the Special assistant to the
president of media. The same man who went
to the senate to disclose every secret of the
president to the lawmakers.
“Mustapha, resigned last friday.” The president
replied.
“Any reason as to why he resigned?” The
special adviser asked.
“He said he would like to pursue his political
ambition. The gubernatorial seat in his state.”
“Under the platform of?” The special adviser
asked.
“The Democratic congress.” The president
replied.
“Has he decamped?”
The president shook his head in the negative.
Everything was now becoming clearer to him,
if his media aide of over ten years could go
against him at this crucial stage when he
needed the support of Nigerians and most
importantly, the members of the National
assembly where the majority of the two
houses are from the ruling party, he needed
their trust and support to win votes from their
senatorial district and constituency, which was
why he recently signed an increasement bill
on the lawmakers at the federal and state
level.
“Chief Pat said, Mustapha is in a period of
consultation. He had consulted the
Democratic party chieftains and they have
given him the passage to join then. All he had
to do now is to consult our party chieftains
and he’ll be out in no time.” The president
explained.
“Sir, to speak the truth, I don’t think we can
get out of this. You know most of this
lawmakers are aggreived because they felt
skimmed out of the race to pursue their
ambitions, I am afraid they’ll gang up with the
opposition to form the majority.” The special
adviser said.
Just then, the president’s head of security
walked into the office with a phone held out in
his hand.
“You have a call sir.” He said.
“Talk to whoever is on the line.” The special
adviser said.
“Chief Obi Patrick sir.”
The president quickly collected the phone and
placed it on his ear.
“Hello Pat.” The president said.
“Yes Mr President. Mustapha is in my house
with his kinsmen, he wanted out of the party
without following the right protocol.” Chief
Patrick began.
The president exchanged looks with his special
adviser and the phone handler.
“Put a call through to Maleek, he shouldn’t
leave that place alive, his kinsmen too. I have
just been served an impeachment notice by
the National assembly, he is the brain behind
it all.” The president said firmly.
“Right away.”
The line went dead with a click.
“Prepare the defense note and be ready to
submitt it before the senate when the house
re-opens in the afternoon.” The president
instructed.
“Yes sir.”

Chief Patrick walked out of his study and descended the stairs into his living room where Mustapha and his kinsmen were seated.
“Welcome chief.” Mustapha said, the Hausa intonation still evident in his words.
“Thank you. I think we should stage this meeting somewhere else. Maybe the party guest house will be okay for the meeting. And moreso, the party chairman and other top officials of the party are waiting for us.” Chief Patrick explained.
“But Chief, I don’t want my cross-carpeting activities to be made public. I want to discreetly switch alleigiance so no one knows.” Mustapha replied.
“And if you end up decamping and in the new party, you won the ticket to be the flag bearer for the guber election. People will definitely see you then and there is no difference if they know you’ve decamped now or later. It gives you more support base, because people will know the party you are supporting from the start and will give their votes to you.” Chief Patrick explained thereby throwing his visitors into confusion. It was expected of Chief Patrick to frown his face at the idea of decamping, but here he was sharing his wealth of experience with them. There is something fishy.
“Shall we leave now?” Chief Patrick asked.
“Definitely sir.” They chorused.
Mustapha and his kinsmen, numbering up to twelve all rose up and walked filed out of the living room into the spacious compound where about five cars were parked.
“Are you riding with us?” One of Mustapha’s kinsmen asked.
Chief Patrick considered his chances, if at the end of the day, things worked the way they wanted, and all of them killed, he’ll be left stranded and he won’t have any means of transportation back home.
“I’ll come behind you with my car.” He replied and at once the gate swung open and the cars drove out in royal fashion.
Five minutes into the journey Chief Patrick brought out his phone and dialled a number.
“Hello Maleek, send your boys to the adress which I will forward to you now.” Chief Patrick said and hung up.
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Maleek was seated in the great hall serving as his office and meeting place with his top officials. For the past two weeks, Maleek was always summoning his council members for meetings lasting up to five hours in total per day.
“All you guys need to do is to storm in there and eliminate those men as ordered by the president.” Maleek began.
Hakym nodded in understanding and urging his boss to continue.
“But, how are we going to eliminate the thirteen men we are asked to eliminate?” Kelvin asked.
“By the sitting arrangement, you’ll know. The party members will be seated at the high table while the thirteen enemies will be seated opposite them. I believe you’ll be able to differentiate between them. Moreso, we all here are no stranger to Dr Mustapha, just kill him, as well as every other person around him.” Maleek explained.
“Okay boss.” Hakym said and stolled out of the hall with Danger-kelv closely behind him.
———
Hakym with the help of his leg bursted the door into the guest house open, everyone in the room frozed in fear at the sight of the two gunmen, Hakym and one other guy.
“Anybody moves, you all are dead.” Hakym said as he inched towards Mustapha.
“Are you Mustapha?” He asked.

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He nodded his head in affirmation .
“You are the enemy? The backstabber? The one who couldn’t keep secrets for his long term boss?” Hakym asked.
“All because of your selfish interest. But believe me, you aspiration is dead on arrival.” The other guy said.
Mustapha was pleading with his eyes.
“You’ll be killed now, as well as these useless men urging you to take your political ambition a step further and destroying someone else’ ambition by denting his image.” Hakym explained.
As planned, Danger-kelv majestically strolled into the room with his gun in hand. He froze in fear the moment he saw his father among the planners or better still put as those who contacted Khal corp for the execution of their political enemies.

ALL IN A CIRCLE Episode 147 by dy9ty7

Examination they say may not be the true test in life, but one way or the other we are examined at one stage or the other in life. An examination prepared or organised by a set of people may not be the true test on needs to achieve great things in life. A medical doctor will always get challenges from time to time, he could be assigned to treat a patient who is as good as dead and his chances of survival are as high as zero. That becomes his exam at that particular time, but his ability to overcome the challenges posed by the exams by research has been cultivated in him right from the time he was a student. As an aspiring medical doctor, he would have taken series of professional examinations which would have prepared him for the tasks ahead. He would have learnt the theoretical or tactical aspect of the work as a student and after his graduation, it is expected of him to go out there to put all he had learnt into practice in a bid to achieve success in the forthcoming exam on the field.
Such was the case when Dolapo walked out of the exam hall and saw some large amount of students rolling on the floor, thanking God for seeing them through a turbulent five or four years stay in the university. With the way the time table was drafted, some students will write there last papers on Monday while others will write theirs on other days. Dolapo was one of those writing theirs on wednesday, thereby making Tuesday a free day fo her.


She hurriedly walked past a group of students who had suddenly turned themselves into prayer warriors as they prayed, thank God and prayed for success in all the exams they have written so far. From the little she heard from their prayers, she realised they forgot to pray for the subsequent exams they’ll be writing after their youth service. In advanced countries, there are only two exams for professionals, the first while you are learning to become a professional and the other when challenges arises at your work place and the only way to solve them is to put into action what you learnt. But in Africa and most especially in Nigeria, there are numerous exams, the first is the struggle to get admitted into the university as an undergraduate, even with a good result you won’t be admitted, unless you are connected like they say, the second exam are the series of test and exams you write as a student and other challenges like cultism, the third exam is the most difficult, getting a job and the last is putting what you have learnt into practice. How she wished these people can just reason the same way she does and realise that, there is really not much reason to celebrate now. Of what use is a first class result with no job to keep body and soul together.
As she prepared to cross the tarred road that demarcated the exam complex and the parking space, she heard her name. She knew who had the voice, it belonged to Darasim, the only friend who has stood by her. The other two friends who had tried their best were Tokunbo and her roomate Charity. But they only conversed on phone which is okay by her and apreciated.
“Dolapo, I am now a graduate. The first in my family.” She screamed as she threw herself on her friend from behind.


Dolapo wanted to tell her about what has been lingering on her mind about the challenges on faces on the ladder towards greatness, but she couldn’t because she had heard a gunshot just before Darasimi hugged her from behind. And from the look of things, it seemed all of Darasimi’s weight was put on her. She wanted to push her off, but she felt a liquid running off her back, she knew it wasn’t sweat. This was a lot more thicker than sweat.
But seeing everyone scampering away and the police and the school security council in action said it all, someone has been shot. She just hoped its not someone close to her. Then Darasimi slipped off her back and fell, it was then she knew the evil that befell her just again.
“Oh my God!” She screamed loudly that even God in heaven will have to block his hears to prevent the noice from doing damage to his hears.
The a strong masculine hand griped her and led her towards the waiting police van.
She could see everywhere getting deserted as the policemen advanced towards the storex water tank beside the exam complex with gunshot still sounding from every corner.
A policeman hopped into the car and drove away.
Just before the driver made it out of the premises, she could hear Ngozi’s voice and one other masculine voice ordering some people to drop their weapons.
“Oh God, nothing must happen to Darasimi o.” She prayed.
“Lie down flatly on the seat, you must not be seen. They may be lurking around town.” The policeman said.
She wanted to ask who would be lurking around but her questions has been answered already.

Kelvin shrugged off his surprise and approached the thirteen to be killed enemies who by now are on their kneels. He brought out his gun from his hip-holster and fired brilliantly without missing target, each and everyone of them on the head. He finished off his last three bullets on Mustapha who died a slow and painful death.
“Lets get out of here.” Hakym said running out of the guest house, the other guy followed while Kelvin stayed behind.
He walked towards Chief Obi Patrick and grabbed him by the collar, he dragged him outside.
“D-K, lets get out of here.” Hakym said furiously hitting the car honk.
Kelvin ignored him as he continued dragging to hold man until they were out of sight, safely concealed near the generator house of the party guest house.
What do you want with me?” Chief Obi asked with confidence. Maybe he was not afraid of death afterall.
Kelvin smiled as he lifted the mask of his face and smiled at his father.
“Kelvin, what are you doing here?” His father asked foolishly.
“Don’t tell me you…?” His voice trailed off.
“Dad, yes, I work with Khal corp and suprisingly you are our sponsor. This world is indeed a small place.” Kelvin said smiling like what he just saw or discovered is not enough reason for him to commit sucide.
“We’ll talk about this at home.” His father said.
Kelvin carefully covered his face with the mask and returned to join Hakym in the waiting car.
“Guy, don’t tell me you went to charge that man. Did you?” Hakym asked as he pulled out of the guest house.
“Trust me now. I only left to deliver a message from Maleek to him.” Kelvin lied.
Who would believe him anyways? With the way he dragged the man like he was off to kill him, what kind of message requires force? But he had to let it pass anyways.
“Do you know that man before?” Kelvin asked.


“You mean Chief Patrick? Everyone does.” Hakym replied.
Still not satisfied with the response.
“I mean, do you know he is one of the sponsors of the corporation?”
“Not at all. But he is likely to be a sponsor considering how power hungry he is.” Hakym replied.
Kelvin was left deep in thought with the recent happenings, he was the least heartbroken of the lot, but he was suprised that he worked for his father unknowingly.
“He has two sons. Have you met any of them?” Kelvin asked.
“One of his sons is a leading police officer, a threat to the corporation, an asset to the force, a blessing to the nation. Everyone knows him, but his second son is always shying away from the media. No one knows him in the corporation, a low profile individual he is.” Hakym explained.
“Why are you interested in this man’s affair?” The third guy asked from the backseat.
“Shut it. When am talking, don’t question me. Okay?” Kelvin hit back immediately.
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For security and safety purpose, Dolapo was driven to the police headquarters immediately after her escape from the hands of death. She was sitting on the floor inside Clement’s office crying and thanking God for saving her life, she cried at the though of loosing Darasimi. She couldn’t imagine what she may be going through right now, considering the damages the bullet might have done to her.
But the man called God must be a very wicked person. How could he be so wicked that he made Darasimi come into this world with her parents aiming the best for her, she gained admission into the university on a quest to achieving greatness, and on the day she was supposed to take the last step into becoming great, her happiness was shortlived. Even if she survived the attack, will she ever be the same agin? Could she be in coma like Tolani was.
It would have been a lot more better if Darasinmi hadn’t been given birth to, not to talk of going to school.
Then her mind flashed back to the night when Tolani was shot, she remembered what Darasimi said that night.
“You know I can never do anything to hurt you girls. Even at the expense of my life, just to keep you safe.”
Does that mean she sacrificed for her? Could she have seen the attacker with the gun and decided to foil his plans by getting hit by the gun?
Just then the door opened and Clement walked in.
She scrambled to her feet and held Clement.
“How is she?” Dolapo asked.

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Clement ignored her and went to his seat. She followed him but he couldn’t look at her in the face.
In a bid to get his attention, she threw all the books on his table to the ground and it worked. Clement faced her with his hand on her shoulder.
“Am sorry Dolapo, she couldn’t make it. She died on the way to the hospital.” Clement said.
And that was it, everything turned dark like nightfall. She could feel herself floating, but this time not on water. The world was spinning so fast before her eyes.
She had passed out.

LL IN A CIRCLE Episode 146
#OpraDre

—to be continued–

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