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Her legs became weak. She managed to return to the couch. She sank in, still managing to keep hold of her phone with shaky hands. “I guess you recognized that voice Juliet? I am watching the entire tape now. Tonight, I want you in my bed. I will tell you where to meet me. Keep your phone handy so you don’t miss my call. This would be a perfect time to tell the world what goes on in your office... with the world in our state for the phony conference you political thieves are organizing. I laughed when I saw you giving a speech on TV earlier today. I know you Juliet. I am sure by now you and Abugu, that slimy crook have stashed away so much money. Funny you had to talk about money laundering and how to stop it. You were the perfect candidate for the talk, I must say,” he added sarcastically. “You can return to the meeting tonight but don’t forget to take your personal effects with you in the car when you leave the office. You will need them because tonight, you will be all mine after how many years? How many years Juliet? Answer me!” He snarled. “27 years Peter.” “Good. I am not the type to give up. I always get what I want. I have always suspected you in Maxwell’s death. How did you do it?” “Don’t you dare say that Peter! I am evil in some ways but I never killed Maxwell. He was by far, a more decent man than you and I did not hurt him at all.”
“Yes, you did not hurt him at all. You simply slept with his best friend and that was all. I have no doubt that you killed him, because he was too principled...maybe a bit too stubborn. He would never have made you commissioner, but Abugu, your toy was willing to play ball. You are an evil genius Juliet.” “I did not kill Maxwell Peter! I repeat I did not kill my late husband!!! You should stop saying those terrible things.” “Well, since you lack the morals and decorum to mourn him properly before you began to sleep with his best friend in the office...after doing it elsewhere all these years, you can take your depravity one step forward. Come and spend the night with me. I am in Azonto tonight. I will send you a message to come and see me. Bye for now Juliet,” Peter said, as he hung up.
Juliet called Abugu immediately but he would not pick up. She rummaged through her mind for answers. How do I deal with this? She thought. She began to wonder how Peter got those tapes. There was so much to work out. She began to ransack her office for any hidden cameras, but she found none. She called Ijezem. “I want you to meet me at the international conference center in the next hour. It is very urgent. Very urgent….We have to talk.” She called her driver and had him pulled up in front of her office with security. She hopped in the car and they sped off. She was rattled to the core. At the conference center, she tried to keep a smile on her face, but it was easy to see that she was deeply troubled. “We need to talk,” she whispered to Abugu at the first opportunity she had. “Let’s leave it for later. It is too busy around here,” he protested. “We must talk right now. I want you to meet me in the drawing room on the fifth floor in the next five minutes. It is a matter of life and death.” Bemusement appeared on Abugu’s face and then turned into serious concern.
“What could be so important?” He asked as soon as he entered the drawing room. Ijezem was with Juliet. She quickly explained the scenario to both of them. Abugu was mortified. He sat back for a moment unable to articulate his thoughts. “Find whoever it is that made these tapes in my office. Focus on the cleaners and secretaries. I want answers immediately,” Juliet ordered Ijezem. “I will get to it right away,” he replied calmly. “I think we should talk alone,” Abugu said, suggesting that Ijezem should give them a minute or two. “I will go make some calls outside,” Ijezem said as he left.” “Do you think this is from one of your staff?” “Yes. I am sure of that.” “Peter is a ruthless man. He will not make it easy for us. I may have to go after him with all I have,” Abugu replied. “He has something that can ruin both of us. The best thing you can do now is to play along with him for the time being,” Juliet suggested.“If we pay him a dime now, he will come back for more, sooner than later,” insisted Abugu. “He is an influential man. We have to be careful. I think I should find a way to spend whatever time I can with the president. It might become useful in the battle ahead.” “Do what you can, but make sure you have the president on tape by all means. I need to figure out what to do.” “Whatever you do, do not make contact with Peter. Let me get closer to him by myself,” Juliet warned.
Abugu stormed outside. “I want you to look into Peter’s security immediately. Find all weaknesses in his set up. We have to plan for every eventuality,” he ordered Ijezem. “I will sir,” Ijezem replied. Back at the banquet, both Abugu and Juliet smiled as much as they could. A wrinkled frown lay underneath their plastic smiles. As the president left the banquet with the visiting presidents, he stopped by Juliet to remind her not to forget their earlier discussion. She nodded at him. Soon, the president was in his bed peering blankly at the TV. He kept looking at the clock. Juliet walked towards the presidential suit. Roland had taken care of security clearances for her through his security aides. She walked along the lavishly furnished hallway of the Hilton Hotel in Azonto. She tapped on the door. There was a military man on either sides of the door. Roland jumped to his feet and opened the door. She had just changed her clothes before coming up. She wore a tight-fitting skirt and a tight blouse that did little to conceal her curves.
Her phone rang. She knew it was Peter. A part of her wanted to ignore it but the consequences were far too risky. Sorry Mr. President, I have to take this please. Just a moment,” she said politely. Roland put his hand around her waist and said, go ahead pretty Juliet. She stepped slightly away from him and took the call. “I want you to come alone to Idibina Hotel. It is on Nzaku Street. Call me when you get there and I will give you further direction,” Peter said authoritatively. “I will see you then.” “Right now!” He shouted. “Yes..I understand.” She placed her phone in her purse, walked over to Roland and began to undress him. “Shall we turn off the light?” Roland asked awkwardly. He was all excited. “I have so much to show you tonight Mr. President. We live the lights on,” she said smiling seductively. Hidden cameras rolled on, covering every moment of their time together. About half an hour later, her phone rang again. She had prearranged the call. “Hello!” “Hello, Juliet. This is Dr. Azumba. I am calling to tell you that your daughter Isabell is seriously sick in hospital. You are urgently needed here right now,” a male voice announced. “What? My daughter? What is wrong with her?” Juliet shouted. Roland looked nonplussed.
Juliet quickly relayed to him that her daughter was critically ill in hospital. “You have to go now Juliet,” he said sympathetically. “Yes, I have to.” She got dressed quickly. “Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help, Juliet.” “Thanks I will be in touch as soon as I can.” “I will call you. I have your number now. I will call you. Take care of your daughter.” “Thanks Mr. President.” As she flew down the stairs, her phone rang again. It was Peter. “I am sorry. I am on my way now,” she pleaded. “She told her driver to follow her at a safe distance. She drove as fast as she could to the hotel. “I am outside the hotel now,” she said to him over the phone. “I will ring you back in moment,” Peter replied.
“She is sitting in the car. She seems to be waiting for someone. We can’t go any closer. The car over there has been following her. Something is certainly going on,” Jariye said to Madubene. “You are right. I think that is her driver in the car. Why would she drive alone? Why is her driver following her?” Madubene replied. They were following Juliet at a safe distance. After informing Isabell about Ijezem who worked for her mother, she agreed that her mother was worth investigating further, so they had been following and watching her all evening.
Juliet’s phone rang and Peter issued orders that she should drive to another hotel, a smaller, quaint hotel, less than five minutes’ drive away. She called her driver and told her where she was going. He followed her carefully, while Jariye and Madubene followed the two of them. When she arrived at the hotel; Hotel Mansini, she called Peter and he told her to come up to the fifth floor. On the fifth floor she saw a lot of security standing guard from door to door. Peter had rented most of the suits on the floor so it was hard to know which one he was actually staying in. Come with me madam, one of the security guards told her. She followed him to an exquisite suite.
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