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Your writing challenges me and leaves me wondering if I can exhibit such mastery in my area of passion, talent and skills. Keep doing your thing d9ty7 !

--continuation--
The day has been uneventful for Ngozi who has been hooled up inside the hotel room. She would have gone back home or gone to work, but she has nothing to wear, save for her nightie which she was currently putting on.
Her phone rang for the upteenth time in the space of one hour that her phone battery was almost dead, she was afraid to pick anybody's call. What would she tell them? Where would she say she passed the night? In a hotel room with one of her male friends? That will look absurd and every human with a right thinking ability would be quick to read meanings into her passing night in a hotel room.
No doubt, she has been treated like a love peddler in the last fifteen hours. She remembered how Kelvin treated her like a queen on picking her up from the house, he drove her to a barbeque joint where she refused to drop from the car, instead, he alighted and came back five minutes later with a plate of sauced meat. He then drove her to a hotel, she wasn't suprised actually, because she knew he can't take her to his father's house. But she would have loved him take her to one of his bachelor friend's place, where she'll pass the night comfortably. But to her suprise, he had no friend. At least in his work place, he should have one, but no, he had no friend on the outside. What job does he do?
She could remember how eyes were boring holes through her nightie as they walked to the counter and to the staircase. Thank God she was wearing a below knee nightie. Her arguement with Tobiloba made her wear the nightie because she had no plan of having sex with him that night. Assuming she was in the mood, she would be putting on an above knee nightie that is transparent. She can't imagine herself wearing that into a hotel.
She was hungry but she couldn't place why hunger had to come to her at the moment where all her worries are enough to satisfy her.
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Mike and his men were cursing as they spoke inside their shop.
"Are you saying that guy gave us a wrong informtion?" Detective one asked.
"I don't think its a wrong information. He didn't know we are spies. I think something is wrong inside the house. Or what do you think Mike?" Detective two replied.
"I agree with you on that." Mike added.
"What do we do now? Remember we are running out of time. There are so many pressing issues affecting this country, we can't remain stagnant on one case." Detective one asked.
"We just have to keep a watful eye on them. Any time a car drives out of there, we follow the car. Okay?" Mike said.
Just then a white Lexus jeep drove in and came to a halt infront of the gate.
"Whose car is that?" Mike asked.
"I don't know." Detective two replied.
Detective one walked out of the shop and took a turn to the general toilet being used by all shop owners and their customers. He returned one minute later.
"The plate number is customized." Detective one announced.
"The person must be a high profile individual." Mike said.
"What's written on the plate?"
"S O 1." Detective one replied.
His latest revelation left them wondering who could be the owner of the car.
A few minutes later, Don came out from the gate and calmly enter the car and after twenty five seconds, he alighted, as well as the owner of the car who turned out to be a lady. Only her back was visible to interested policemen.
Don led the lady into the compound.
"She looks familiar." Detective one said.
"Yeah, but I just can't place where I met her. I think its on TV, she is not an ordinary person. For her number plate to be customized, she is a vip." Detective two added.
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Don turned the door knob and pushed the door opened and he walked into the living room with Sandra behind him.
"Big D." One of his boys, he was seated before the tv playing game.
"How many times have I told you not to play game in my flat again? Take thi thing to your flat and play whatever game you want to play." Don said.
"Don baba, we both know the gaming experience on a twenty one inches television is different on a flat screen." The guy replied jokingly.
"Anyways, you can come back later. Right now, I have a visitor." He said.
The guy disconnected the game console and carried it out of the living room into where Sandra guessed to be one of the rooms.
"Get me that girl." Don said to his retreating figure.
A minute later, the guy returned with Janet who was trying to conceal her face behind the guy.
"You can go." Don said to the guy.
Immediately the guy left, Janet came face to face with her former employer. She went down on her knees.
"Am sorry." Janet said.
"But why? Janet! Why on earth did you dupe me? Eight million naira?" Sandra asked with a shaky voice.
She seemed emotionally attached to Janet because she had planned to rain slaps on Janet if she set her eyes on her, but here she was almost crying on seeing her.
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Nice one d9ty7. From now on,you shall be called Gifted D

Thanks d9ty7,
But it's kindof short #truth

This suspense is too much

Suspense here nd there. Ngozi shld stay there 4eva, Bleep her!

--continuation--
"Janet, what is my offence that made you conclude that this is what I deserve?" Sandra asked.
"Please am sorry. It wasn't my fault." Janet replied.
"So whose fault is it? I just can't comprehend the reason why you'll dupe me of such exhorbitant amount. You could have asked for it and believe me, I'll give it to you, rather than take it the way you did." Sandra said angrily.
"If you'll permit me to explain myself, you'll know its not my fault." Janet replied.
"Explain yourself then."
FLASHBACK
Janet just finished taking her bath and slipped on her nightie, ready to sleep. But a novel she has been reading all day was keeping her awake.
The door into her room creaked open and without looking at whoever was coming in, she knew it was Rahmon her guardian who had provided food and shelter for her in the last six month without collecting anything in return. The first time he told her he'll help her and give her all she needed, she thought it was a joke. But when the joke came to become real, she knew it has to come with a bargain, she knew she had to pay something in return. Even though she didn't know what job Rahmon and his boys did, she was sure it was something illegal. She knew if she'll be living with these people, over ten grown men, she'll be warming their beds. But to her suprise, Rahmon laid down a rule that no one should touch her, anyone caught looking at her twice will have himself to blame. Then she concluded that Rahmon wanted her all to himself, but to her utmost suprise, Rahmon, in her six months stay under his roof had never touched her, not even a handshake. They had body contact once, when Rahmon got a new car and in the euphoria of the occassion, she jumped on him.
"I thought you would be asleep." He said as he sat at the foot of her bed.
She had never bothered to lock the door at night, she knew she was safe in the house, no one would touch her. Not even the boys.
"I am not asleep yet." She replied sitting up and covering herself properly with a wrapper. One thing she had learnt to do was to always cover her nightie with a opaque cloth when moving around the house. Considering the length of the nightie and its transparency, it could lead a sexually active man into a journey of no return into pleasure and he'll want to get down with her even if it requires force.
"I have an assignment for you." Rahmon said.
For the past six month, he had been telling her he'll help her get a job and give her harmless assignment to carry out, none of which has come to reality. But now, its seemed the time is now.
"Am all hears."
"First thing is that, I got you a job." He said and watched her reaction, she was elated.
"You'll work as a maid for popular model, Sandra Oselu." He said, watching her reaction, he could see her face drop, but she smiled happily swiftly.
What choice does a begger have? She only had her secondary school ceritificate and nothing else. So she should expect jobs like that.
"I'll do it." She had said and the following week, she started working in Sandra Oselu's house. Unknown to her, her working in the beauty queen's house is for a purpose.
About a year and a half later, Rahmon called her and told her, the time to carry out the assignment had arrived. He told her to find a way to get money off Sandra Oselu. She was unsure of what it meant and so she agreed to do it, thinking she was paying Rahmon back since she has her salary all to herself.
A few months later, she started seeing signs of Barrister Benson(Sandra's lawyer) lusting after her boss and she wasted no time in swinging to action. She was lucky to have seen them both walk into the bedroom and had sex, after which she sneaked in and took their pictures and sent them to Rahmon.
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"So you mean you took those pictures?" Sandra asked slapping her hard accross the face.
"Am sorry. I didn't know he will threaten you with them. I thought he had a different plan." she said.
Even though she wanted to pay Benson back in his own coin for having sex with her as a sixteen year old in exchange for defending to her father in court. Something he(Ben) didn't fufil and her(Janet) father subsequently sent to prison where he met his untimely death.
"How do I get my money back?" Sandra asked.
"I was paid two million naira, the rest is with Rahmon." Janet replied.
"How do we get this Rahmon?" Sandra asked.
Don cleared his throat to remind them that he was still with them.
"Am sorry, getting Rahmon is like chasing air. Its impossible, for me and my boys, we dare not go against him. But there is one person who could do it." Don said.
"Who is that person?" Sandra asked.
"The person I fear most and Rahmon fears as well is Victoria Vicky." Don replied.
There must be a connection between Rahmon and Don. Maybe they once worked together. Janet concluded, he has seen his picture once in Rahmon's room.

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Oh! Ngozi why na, u of all people. Sandra i want u 2 4give Janet..... D9ty7 happy sunday!

--continuation--
"Do you know Rahmon?" Sandra asked turning to Don.
"Yeah. We once belonged to the same fraternity while in school before I was rusticated. He managed to graduate with a fail. I with the little knowledge began working for politicians, killing their opponents while Rahmon used his certificate and his four years stay in the university to establish his own business, BLACKMAIL. We went our seperate way when we realised we can no longer work together." Don explained.
"Is he that powerful?" Sandra asked.
"More than powerful. While at LASU back then, he was the number one and also presides over three other university's dominant cult group. He wielded so much power and with the help of his certificate he has so many members of the Khal corp at his beck." Don explained.
The mention of Khal corp sent cold shivers down her spine.
"But how sure are you that Victoria can get him?" Sandra asked.
All these while, she(Sandra) has always seen Victoria as a weakling. To her best of knowledge, an assassin doesn't have emotion or cry when in trouble, but her few encounter with Victoria, she knew she had something bothering her, especially, the first time she came visiting when she met Kelvin.
"Never underestimate the powers of Vicky. She is the only one who could stop Rahmon. Rahmon knew this, which was why he tries as much as possible to stay clear of her. He tires as much as possible not to cross her path or handle businesses that could make them meet. Vicky on her path has a level of respect for Rahmon, but if she knew he is always afraid of her, she'd have stopped respecting him." Don explained walking toward the kitchen. He returned a few seconds later with a bottle of fanta and small stout. He gave one to Sandra who dropped in immediately. He gulped half the content of the bottle.
"Get Vicky on the job and she'll get you your money." Don explained.
He made sure he didn't tell her of Vicky's decision to stop the job, its always good to hear the word from the horse's mouth.
"I'll talk to her. Let me take my leave now." Sandra announced.
Don walked her to the door before he spoke.
"What do we do to this girl here?" He asked.
"Let your boys rape her until death." Sandra said defiantly and stormed out of the house. It was evident that she only said the first thought that crossed her mind, becuase considering the way she had spoken to Janet, one would know she really loved her and trusted her, but disappointing the person who loved her this much made Sandra decide without thinking.
Don walked her to her car outside the compound.
"Whan you talk to Vicky, give me a call and tell me whatever she says." Don said helping her shut the door.
She wound down the glass and spoke to him.
"You'll recieve your bank alert before the day runs out. You've really been helpful to me."
"My pleasure." He said bowing down a little like a gentleman that he once was.
She ignited the car and swung into action.
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"Is that not...?" Detective one asked pointing to Sandra car trying to remember her name.
"Who?" Mike asked.
"She is a model. Sandra something, I have forgotten her surname." Detective one said.
"Oselu." Detective two added.
"Yeah." Detective one said.
"And that solved the acronym on the plate." Mike enthused.
As expected of them, Mike set out of the shop towards the junction where their car was parked along with Detective two and they sped after Sandra's car.
Don who was looking at them from the peep hole on the gate, called two of his boys and drove after Mike.
"If they try anything funny with Sandra, we'll have to attack them." He had said to them.

END OF CHAPTER NINETEEN

-Onosj: Happy sunday to you too.
-Classicuju, kayham, Teamplayey, ultraawesome, your comments are well appreciated and they mean a lot.
Keep them coming.

mike should die please...
Let them leave my victoria o abeg!!

Happy sunday!!

Let the Battle line begin....

4k, y did dey let down dia guard so easily nd blow dia cover, bt dnt worry mike, the whole tread is backing u up, already on our way, d9ty7 oya drive faster.

D9ty7 U wnt kill anoda policeman agn ni abi


bt sandra don do bad tin thr oo wetin sef make dm free d poor gal joor

d9ty7 wetin janet do na,abeg none of those bunch of stupid guys must touch her o.rape to death(haba)#teamleavejanetalone.9yc update

Ngozi is too annoying jere.
Sandra...heartless
Janet...surprisingly innocent
Don...killer
Deoye....bad influence on him z too much
Benson...eediot
Clement...boss
Raphael...sl'ut
Rachel....neutral
Darasimi...repentant
Mike...boss
sylvester...boss
Dolapo.......wat do u think?

D9ty7 sorry no time to comment I dey wedding
but well done
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I still catch this ones

tecno4life:
D9ty7 sorry no time to comment I dey wedding
but well done
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I still catch this ones

cum take time oo

The comments are not so encouraging. I really want to drop more update but your comments will determine. I believe we can do better than this. Can't we?

tecno4life:
D9ty7 sorry no time to comment I dey wedding
but well done
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I still catch this ones

Who dey marry??
You?

oga D i just dey feel the updates.
I dont feel it would be fair for anything to hapen to sandra Yu have completely fogot about the under ground room and Ayo's house.


I really want to know if they wont go tru that place to know about the under ground. Thought the place would still be useful.

Happy sunday

Vibra:
Amen.d thing pained me

u b Chelsea too

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This story really worts to be commented on
Shadowbean i sight yu..

kingphilip:
u b Chelsea too

yep

stuff46:
Who dey marry??
You?

chai so na u dm cum hold nw??

Vibra:
Amen.d thing pained me

ma'am abg let us hear word
chelsea mouth 2 mch

I never knew my sister is from the blue end of West london. Kingphilip too? God is good.

Vibra:
yep

tecno4life:
its a group for us as d9ty7 fans to chat and instead of derailing the thread with chats we chat there.

ladies drop ur digits

ok am in 07036254295

from the last 3 updates n my forecasts
rahmon: I'm sure rahmon will meet his waterloo with this thereby cancelling out.

don: though he is bad but he still has an element of pity in him thereby he may spare Janet

Mike: don't have much for him but I guess he might survive if the remaining detective acts wisely by alerting him of their trailing

Sandra: has a soft heart but ha rash decision tend to portray ha otherwise..

Janet: might b spared by deoye appeal if she isn't destined to die that way

Ngozi: hmmmm don't have any meaningful thing to say about ha case

all in all d9ty7 u too much abeg drop the updates comments will follow... today is Sunday so many owambes people will b attending but I assure u the comments will come

stuff46 abeg I no de like unnecessary mentions just de edit my own

Vibra:
yep

some days r like dat

never hear what some losers tell u about the lose o

D9ty7:
I never knew my sister is from the blue end of West london. King.philip too? God is good.

Yes o
u notice say arsenal too laugh us yesterday before their match but them lose

it's man u's turn to laugh until tomorrow

have u noticed that those at the top never laugh at losers but losers laugh at losers

True talk.

kingphilip:
Yes o
u notice say arsenal too laugh us yesterday before their match but them lose

it's man u's turn to laugh until tomorrow

have u noticed that those at the top never laugh at losers but losers laugh at losers