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Jesusbaby93:
Thank u very much, i've seen it. U are indeed a great writer. Keep it up sir, and the Lord wil always increase ur wisdom in Jesus' name!

Amen ma.

LogoDWhiz:
Wanted to ask when you'll be the day's update.

Hope you're good?

I'll start typing now.

Slimzjoe:
Oga Dee U Later Complete All In a Circle 2 ??

Its in progress on my blog. I thought I dropped you guys my mail so you can request for the link.

smarh:
dee.... ahn ahn.. i wasnt even informed of this story.. just got 2 kno now by chance..... good job.... please.. i need more of all in a circle.. u'v not completed dat part two... i'm really enjoying it... nd those hidden parts.. i dont understand

I thought I sent you a mail yesterday bearing the link to the hidden chapters. Or are not Abimbola something something@gmail.com?

LogoDWhiz:
Welldone d9ty7.

U didn't answer my previous question tho.
Well, its irrelevant now

The question again sir

CHAPTER 2
Mark Ashimolowo Jnr walked out of the airport with his very portable travelling bag. As he approached parking lot where he has been told that a chauffuer would be waiting to pick him up, he could not but admire the well trimmed flowers that stood on either side of the lane he was walking on. Several other people were entering and leaving the airport, in one, in twos and in threes. Somewhere in the parking lot, he could see a family going through an emotional minute together. A young girl of about seventeen was hugging them one after the other, tears in their eyes. Maybe she was travelling to study abroad. He smiled as he remembered how his mother and wife was acting up when he was leaving.
"Agent Mark?" A dark stout man asked.
Mark nodded his head in the afirmative as he took the man's extended hand in his.
"Its nice meeting you... I have been asked to drive you to the hotel where you'd be lodged." The chauffer said.
"Good. Lets get out of here." He replied.
"You are American?" The chauffer asked. "Ashimolowo, how come?"
"I am a proud Nigerian and can we please leave?"
Immediately the chauffer opened the backdoor for him and he himself slipped behind the wheels. Slowly, he backed out of the parking lot and off he drove towards the airport gate.
"We are in Lagos right?" Mark asked.
"Yes sir."
"okay."
The journey continued in silence until the chauffer recieved a phone call of which Mark couldn't understand, because it seems he was speaking a strange language, but a bit of English could be heard.
"Sir, you are to meet the president and other security stakeholders tomorrow in Abuja." He announced after dropping the call.
"So, what do we do today? I mean its still early, will I just sleep all through in my hotel?" Mark asked.
"If you decide to. You have the whole of this week off and by next week, you resume your duty."
"You must be kidding me. Drive me to my new place of work and take my luggage to the hotel. Then come pick me up at closing time." Mark said as he unzipped his bag and removed his CIA identity car and zipped up the bag.
"Here we are." The chauffer announced fifteen minutes later and Mark alighted at a very spacious parking lot. A building stood next to it which bore the name, NIGERIA ANTI TERROR UNIT. To say the building was big is an understatement, it was huge and enormous, almost the same size as the CIA headquarters in Washington DC.
Mark approached the entrance and as expected he was stopped by security men.
"Your name." One of them barked.
"Mark." He replied immediately as if he had been expecting the question.
"Your ID card." The same security man said.
Mike gently handed his identity card to the man who produced an electronic card reader from his hip and placed the card underneath.
"Mark Ashimolowo, CIA?" He asked.
"Its on the card I suppose, why asking again?" Mark replied.
The security man eyed him suspiciously before he gave him back his card and opened the glass door for him and the moment the next door opened, he walked out.
"You are welcome sir." The security man said but Mark ignored him.
He took one last turn and he came face to face with a hall filled with so many people, sitting, standing, running around, bending over a table, recieving calls, discussing. He made a mental note to count the number of people in the hall, and he came up with about thirty to thirty five people. But one unique thing about the hall was the fact that every table in the hall had a computer each and everything seemed to be in operation. By the time he snapped out of his reverie, he realised he was been watched by several eyes.
He felt embarrassed that moment but he did well by hiding it and he was saved when the director of N.A.T.U came over to his side.
"Welcome agent Mark." The man who should be in his fifties, fair complexioned said.
"Thank you Mr...." He looked at the man's chest, but all he saw was a badge and not his name. Even though the uniform of every intelligence agency is mostly suit, the name is always crested on their chest and the badge attached to the ID card, at least, the few ones he had seen, CIA in America, DOD in America, FBI and even the Isreali MOUSSAD. Nigeria will always be different.
"Agent Collins. The director." The two men shook hands warmly and Collins beckoned on a lady who was as tall as Mark to come over.
"Here is Agent Christina, the head of the field operatives. Level five clearance." Collins introduced and Christina extended her hand.
"Christina, this is Agent Mark, CIA."
Mark ignored her handshake and turned to face his new boss.
"Can we please move?" He asked.
"Sure."
And with that, Collins and Mark walked away while Christina stood still in embarrassment.

--to be continued--

Anas09:
First time following. Just know u got one more follower. Shd I call u master story teller? U r good. U use ur literary techiques very well. Ur plot, imagery, setting, etc. The suspence and all. Hmmm good work man. Ve taken a front sit with a giant coke and a bowl of popcorn. Following.

aww! Thanks.

tenajtek:
Hello! Please is there still any vacant seat, front row, back row, standing, or even just a space will do to enjoy d9ty7's meal.

You can sit on my chair ma'am.

KingzPen:
Write On Boss, But Take Time Off To Better Your Craft...

Keep The Flag Flying...

Following...

Like seriously, my heart was pounding like... I can't describe when I wanted to read ur comment.
I be like, Kingzpen don kill me o. Na so I dey make mistake reach?
Anyways, keep the corrections coming sir. I knw I will one day be considered a great writer like Kingzpen.

sammyomotola:
it can b all naw, he is just joking with my time

Like seriously? Oga u no try o. Ontop wich levels.
Do you know how many minutes it takes me to type each update? If I am joking with ur time cos you are reading this, what do you think I am doing to my own time?

harjibolar10:
What do you mean sir?

Jane's question

Olanireti:
Let's go there. Another action in progress. I just hope it will be more interesting than ALL IN A CIRCLE. Good job guy

I hope so too. But, it all depends on the readers turnout.

And two great writers are viewing this topic as I type this; chinweblinks and Kizzykeziah

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Oluwole Thomas was seated in his office, a picture frame in hand, clutched close to his chest with a sober look on his face. It was a picture he took with his ex wife, Anita on their wedding day, when they both were younger, naive about what marriage entails, but with the help of God, they were able to scale through the first ten years of their marriage which was when they had all their children, Davies the first born, three months after the wedding, Nathaniel the second child after four years and Serena, seven years after their marriage. The family has always been a happy one when they still were struggling to have the required three square meals per day, pay the rent, pay the children's fees, pay the bills. And to the glory of God, Anita stood by her husband, assisted him with the finance, supported him, made him realise how far away he was to his creator, and shortly after Serena's birth, their story changed. Oluwole won a multi million naira contract with the Federal government and by the time he was done, he recorded an exhorbitant amount of profit. He established a bigger office space, made friends with the big uns in the Nigerian polity and he became the number one candidate to be considered for a contract. As it stands now, he himself now recommend reputable companies to the ministries.
All these were possible because, Anita stood by him, supported him and he made sure he rewarded her by establishing a big boutique, worth millions of naira. But, she began misbehaving when she started handling her imports hereself, she sacked her agent and pluged herself deep into the business. It got to a point that in a month, hardly will she spend five days at home. She was either in Port Harcourt, Lagos, Custom office, Port or even the airport. Oluwole still endured, which was why he employed maids to take care of the home, but his wife took his gentility for granted and took her misbehaviours one step overboard. Which was when she began laying down rules which must be strictly adhered to in the house.
He was son engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't know when the door opened and his younger sister, Mrs Jane Thomas-Olukolade walked in.
"Ah! Jane, when did you enter?" He asked as he dropped the frame on his table.
Jane managed from where she sat, see the picture and shook her head.
"You are still thinking about this woman?" She asked.
"Which woman?" He replied.
"Anita of course. Isn't it high time you forgot about her and move on?" She asked.
"Is that the reason why you are here?" He changed the topic as he pulled the laptop on the table much closer and the next minute, Davies walked into the office.
"Good afternoon Aunty Jane." He said prostrating. Before facing his father. "I got your message dad."
"Yeah. Go to the canteen downstairs and get Jane her favourite. The usual combination." He said giving him his debit mastercard.
"But, must you stress this young man? He has been in his office working. You could have sent your secretary or any of the errand boys."
"He is no king over them. He is also an employee like the ones you mentioned." He replied.
And fifteen minutes later, when she had finished eating, she stated her reason for coming which as rightly guessed has to do with money. But, this time not the money to boost her business or pay the children's fees, she wants to support her husband's political ambition. And being the wonderful in-law he was, he promised to give her the money at the end of the week.
"Don't mention. You deserve more and moreso, Kolade is my buddy, only that he does politics. And his winning the election will boost my business." He replied when her 'thank you' was getting too much.
"Having said that, Wole, don't you think you should consider giving love and if possible, marriage a second chance?"

--to be continued--

Please be sincere, anybody expecting this?

Waiting to see the effect of the mentions