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Missmossy:
Full of suspense as usual thumbs up Talius.

I'm all smiles. Thanks dear.

bibijay123:
I knew this Andrew was a bad dude....weldone Talius.

Thanks dear. I think I've got a prophet in you.

kikayboss:
mark is ma guy....Andrew nw badguy.....and please let Andrew send me DAT dumb girl with the sweet honeypot's nomba..... #in korede bello's voice *its cold outside ooo*

LOL. What if she doesn't have a phone?

CRACKED SOURCES
Book 2 (Complete sixteen episodes)
Sex, Schemes, Scandals (SSS)



E1

"Good morning Sir!"

The greeting echoed all through the large conference hall. Andrew was still getting used to being the ultimate center of attention - After years of careful planning and pretense, his well coveted heart desire had been fulfilled, but even after two weeks of living the dream he still felt the same emptiness he felt that day - He desperately needed something to fill that void. "The programme Sir," the reminder from Mr. Dimeji was what he needed to escape the persistent thought about emptiness that had been trailing him lately.

With just two weeks passed since the well publicized case involving the firm and Crescent Housing Estate not much had changed. Since those final defining moments at the Court of Law Mark was still in police custody awaiting his full push to trial, and Akin had become a pest in the law world searching desperately for a loophole in the Judge's verdict that'll allow him gain access into his firm again, amongst many other happenings among which Andrew on the Throne was paramount.

"Proceed."

Andrew finally gave the long awaited command. The Head of programmes, Mr. Badmus was the scheduled first to speak. He was a nervous wreck which was obvious from the consistent errors and repeated stutters he gave with his tenses, he stood without confidence on the podium. Almost anyone could tell all wasn't right, he kept jerking and trying to balance his weight and fears from one foot to the other, thereby creating a looped show of professional shame before his many colleagues who already had their own personal issues of contempt for the new CEO to deal with. Andrew laughed, he found this dance movements funny, contrary to the popular opinions of the other observers present, his stance on the matter angered most of the Directors present at this meeting but he didn't care, he was having the time of his life watching Badmus repeatedly make a fool of himself, something he rarely ever got to see this days.

Patricia watched with rapt attention as the collected bead of sweat at the edge of Badmus's forehead drop without stress, she could tell the man was under huge stress, "stress induced stress," she thought to herself as she stood to walk towards his position, she threw a glance Andrew's way and could see he was still having the time of his life, something she felt he didn't get much of lately, it pained her slightly to be the one to end his fun. It was her duty to protect him at all times just as she had been doing for the past two weeks since she was officially promoted to the position of Personal Assistant of the CEO - All potential threats to her boss would be eliminated before they became actual threats - That was what she was going to do here and now.

Patrick could tell something was seriously wrong. Even though he didn't know Badmus very well: They weren't on a first name basis because of the large gap in their office functions amongst many other factors, he did know from their previous interaction that one time they represented the firm at a public seminar that he was an articulate, calculative and quite impressive young man and not the facade he was painting in the heads of everyone present here. "You look tensed Badmus," Patrick called his attention to his heavily sweat soaked shirt even though the air conditioning system was in active service, the call to order served to send him into worse depression than he previously was.

"I can't do this," Badmus finally cried in surrender. He paced forth and back his position, before before finally racing for the exit. Patricia caught up with him, she stood before him, blovking his exit, and played the game of left and right with him till he gave up and freaked out even more. He started walking back towards the presentation podium, he was visibly shaken and had well swollen eyes now. The remaining occupants who had been slow to lose their cool suddenly realised there could be more to this than mere stage anxiety. A few who had extra sensitive imaginations, thought him to be strapped with a bomb hence his Al-Queda leveled tension. Some had began silently saying a prayer.

Andrew could now tell that this performance had gone beyond simple theatrics he initially thought it to be, even as theatre tricks were one of Badmus's well known office tricks before he recently rose to the rank of Director. This had gone pass an amateur's performance. He sat upright on his throne, and observed properly how the tensed man up there transferred his swollen face from one cheek to the other. He turned his head towards Patricia and asked with body language, "What's wrong with him?" Patricia took a quick glance at Badmus - His head was buried down staring at his own feet as though psychically counting his toes covered under his shoe - She spoke loud, "He's in bed with our enemy." Badmus looked up, his eyes automatically locked to her lips as she spoke his truth, his brain processed too much information at the same time, "How did she find out? What would Andrew do to me? What would Akin do to me?" His eyes locked up to Andrew's, they were without the joy they held moments ago.

Andrew thought of the best way to handle this matter of in-house assailant, the second in two weeks,, Akin was proving more resilient than he ever gave him credit for. It took the wisdom of Mr. Sanni that they publicize the inhumane brutal punishment melted to the last snitch caught working undercover for Team Akin to serve as a public deterrent to other junior staffs who toyed with the idea of betraying the firm even though it was a false report. But Andrew wondered loud, "How best is the way to punish an erring emerging Director for the same offense?" He arose and started to walk towards Badmus who already had the fear of God in him from thinking of the many ways he could be dealt with by both parties he had failed.

Patricia called in security, "It always has to start with the firm's security," Badmus thought, he walked slowly backwards through the open door of the unfamiliar terrain of the balcony of this particular hall, he made continuous gestures of apologies to Andrew to stop on his bold and fast encroaching steps. Andrew pressed on still, though he didn't know what he would do when he finally caught up with this man caught in the tussle between he and Akin for power, he hoped the security men came in faster than he had to throw the young man throw the balcony railings as his mind was really telling him to do.

Badmus looked over Andrew's shoulder and saw the three hefty men of security, he had accepted his fate and had come to terms with surrendering. Andrew held his hand and said something audible only to their hearings. Badmus clenched his eyes, they allowed the hoarded tears flow freely from both sides. The security officers stood at the entrance to the balcony, one on the passage way and the other two on both sides of the door's frame, Andrew turned to walk inside to allow them do their job. The officer in the middle immediately ran almost through him with his right hand stretched out, Andrew felt a sharp pain on his left should because of the force of impact. He turned to understand the reason for their collision but couldn't see Badmus anymore. The women in the hall started shouting "Jesus!" Like the typical Nigerians they were. He wanted to observe properly what had happened through the railings but the other two officers wouldn't let the CEO risk his life standing on an unstable structure longer than he had to.



***

"Hey beautiful."

Anna slowly flayed her silky hair backward, she had missed his voice and times like this when he addressed her as a stranger she strangely felt turned on. She gently trickled her left hand up the heavily paned glass while she used her right to hold on to the telephone lest she wasted her fifteen minutes on mere body language like they did the last time. Mark matched his right hand to her waiting left, he could still mentally feel the warmth of her hand through the glass demarcation, just as he remembered them from their time at that uncompleted floor in the firm - That was one of the best days of his life because it gave him his best sex till date, something he didn't get a lot of. He had lost hope in her coming to see him today because it was almost past visiting hours, but she always proved to be resourceful when necessary, one of the reasons he had been toying with the idea of putting a necessary tiny cuff on her needy finger once he got out of here, she was the only woman to have ever made him feel the need to do so.


"Five minutes more," The warden on duty called out to all the VIPs using the communication services at the eleventh hour, the reminder always did more harm than good to Anna because it was always a reminder that the time of their lives wasn't theirs to control any more than they could unless a miracle happened. "Anna," Mark called her name with the soothing voice she loved to hear everyday she visited him, she didn't mind him being sexy behind bars as long as it was for her alone. Her resilience to love him despite his predicament caused him to constantly review what life truly meant and what was worth dying for in this world full of evil.


"Anna," he gently called again, he had her attention this time, she wanted to listen to him now, every moment with him needed to count till they had the control of their lives back to themselves. The line went dead, "Time up!" The warden called again. "Take more cash," Anna pleaded, but the corrupt warden had his personal codes of conduct which he adhered to, time was truly up for every activity concerning the outside world inside the prison cell. Anna watched as her man and other inmates were lined up in an orderly fashion before being matched back into their dormitories. Silent 'I love you' were exchanged, one for the other audible only to him and her self on both sides of the hall, till he was out of eye shot she didn't wipe the building tear in the corner of her eye, he also couldn't reply his dorm mate's bugging need for an update today for fear that his voice would waiver because it was laden with emotions.


***

Andrew stretched his hand to locate his phone which provided the only lightening in the room because of its beeping, it was his Mother's, evident from the app that announced a caller's name. He couldn't miss the call even if he wanted to.


"Mother," He called out with a questionable joy filled sound. She loved the sound of her title from his lips, thankfully he had mastered the art of pronouncing it delicately just as she wanted, but that wasn't enough to spare him from her vex of not calling her for the past two weeks. He apologized thoroughly and blamed the many dramas on his side for his poor rating on the side of child to mother care, he used the opportunity to intimate her on the big event of the day - Badmus. She wasn't really concerned, his death did not serve nor deter their purpose as she reminded him, she urged him to remain focus on the big picture, "The big picture," she reiterated to certify her words had sunk in.


Andrew knew better than to start or sustain any form of argument with Mother, same reason he didn't persist to resist when she insisted on bringing him chocolates from Atlanta upon her arrival. He understood her well to a reasonable extent, and bid her a safe flight. He sat upright and pulled the phone away from his ear to observe how long their call took, the backlight from the classy device shone on his bare chest, he momentarily observed his chest hair were overdue for a wax - He rarely let them attain their present level of growth before he became The CEO, "That's how little things lose their meaning when one attains a bigger position," he consoled himself. He turned on the room lightening from the switch specially fitted on his favourite side of the bed, and there was light in the former dark arena. The light shone against his fully bared skin and he recognized the need to also clean the bushy area of his dongle.


"Who was that?" The question from the soft voice at his back made him remember he still had a roommate from last night. He looked up the wall clock and observed it was the early hours of the morning. He turned to her and pulled her closer to him, his sexual prowess was always one of the things he could count on to never disappoint him. He strolled down his index and middle right fingers to her honey pot, but they were cut off midway to their destination of flowers by the flower girl, she had had her fill of his way with her, he never told her things but always wanted her to listen to him whenever he spoke vane with her, making her listen to how awesome he was and how much money he now had. Her reason for cutting his expectation made him laugh, "That was Cruella," he finally told her, putting away his laughter. She couldn't understand, and still couldn't understand why he'd be referring to his birth mother as Cruella when he finally spelled it all out to her in plain words. Andrew wondered how a girl as dull as this could have a honey pot as enticing to hold him spell bound for the past two weeks, "The world is indeed full of wonders and mysteries," he thought, if she thought herself too important and her honey pot too irresistible, then he Andrew would let her understand that nobody was truly indispensable, especially when such a person had dealings with him.

bibijay123:
I love the way you write and how u keep ur readers wanting for more....good one bro!

Thanks. My head is swelling a bit.

bibijay123:
Mr Patrick reminds me of Louise in Suits

Yea, I think they have some traits in common.

kikayboss:
and Anna reminds me of that part in dorobucci *"Doro is a cheerful giveeeeeeerrrr"*

LOL

Diamondwriter Where are you? We ought to have a discuss today or latest tomorrow. We need to discuss our progress.

kikayboss:
talius i CRACKED my phone screen and that's my SOURCE of livelihood.....

That's a nice one. #Malivelihood.

He's in control because, he's sitting on the Thrones of his Game.

princessadeola:
I really love this story, weldone Talius

bibijay123:
Wow am hooked! Good job Talius

Thanks dears. Hope to see you both by Monday when Book two premieres.

kikayboss:
TALIUS IS BACK...

Yes boss! He is.

Nmaglit:
I love this update time table

Happy you like it. Let's be getting ready for the Monday premiere.

Cracked Sources Book 2 posting schedule. Be aware!


E1 - Mon, 1 Aug (Morning)

E2 - Mon, 1 Aug (Evening)

E3 - Fri, 5 Aug (Morning)

E4 - Mon, 8 Aug (Morning)

E5 - Thurs, 11 Aug (Morning)

E6 - Sun, 14 Aug (Morning)

E7 - Wed, 17 Aug (Evening)

E8 - Sat, 20 Aug (Morning)

E9 - Mon, 22 Aug (Morning)

E10 - Thurs, 25 Aug (Evening)

E11 - Sun, 28 Aug (Morning)

E12 - Wed, 31 Aug (Evening)

E13 - Sat, 3 Sept (Morning)

E14 - Tues, 6 Sept (Morning)

E15 - Sun, 11 Sept (Evening)

E16 - Mon, 12 Sept (Evening) - Finale.

Good day friends. Special announcement.


I'm back.


Cracked Sources is going into the second phase of its storytelling - Book two is set to begin.


There are some changes though as usually associated with a merchandise in its sophomore season; intriguing new characters, and a better form of story telling are amongst the many changes you'll notice while reading.


Meanwhile. I plead that you take your time to re-read the first book: I edited all the episodes and made noticeable changes in the story presentation here and there, those who read between the lines would easily realise this, know that the storyline and plot structure still remains the same, only the presentation changed (I am better mindful of my grammar now). I've tried to minimize errors in this second book by editing and re-editing as much as time permitted me, if there are still errors I would correct them in future as I did the first book. (Hopefully, this makes for a better read than the first book.)


So grab your seats and your drinks, enjoy yourself to a treatment of the awesomeness that is Cracked Sources book two.


Meanwhile, I'll post my proposed timetable for the release of the sixteen episodes book two immediately after this.


Cheers!!!


- Talius Dike.

emerged01:
I never knew we have great writers on nairaland until I read Adebimpe,the Facebook girl written by Onihaxy. I have developed love for the literature section of nairaland after reading stories that are captivating and fascinating.
Below are the stories that I have read and still reading;

Adebimpe, the Facebook girl by Onihaxy

Thorns in the boot by Domawoleye

Restless story of a survivor by Domawoleye

My life as a yahoo boy by nobody(the guy don run,the story contains secret of yahooboys)
Vanish trails by Divepen1

Letting go by Audrey Timms

Devil has the money by Bibijay123

Cracked sources by Talius

Hot Benson family by Zedoo

President's daughter and I by vict-vames

Still searching for stories to read.

Thank you for the mention my brother, I'm humbled and honoured by your worthy gesture.

I wanted to visit the hub for a stroll, but she said, "son, there's porn for your show, if that's what want four nights in a roll."

Good afternoon all,

I've been taking my time to edit this first phase of Cracked Sources and also meticulously get ready the second phase, I plead your indulgence to seat back and relax,

Cracked Sources is coming back with more scheming, sex, and scandals; and new characters, so stay tuned and anticipate.

#AnticipateCS

Meanwhile follow on twitter @taliusdike (I'm trying to make my tweet life better, don't laugh.)

Cheers!!!

rmfunky:
Nice one you got there Talius keep it up.

Thank you dear, God bless you...