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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE. Ella couldn’t believe what she saw. The conversation in the dim office was gone now, replaced by the usual clacking of laptop keyboards with a sprinkling of clicks from computer mouses. She squinted at the laptop screen, her eyes trained on the CCTV

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO. Asokoro District is the most exclusive district in the city of Abuja. Located at the foot of the Aso Rock — the forested mountain from which it gets its name — Asokoro is home to most of the diplomatic community in Abuja. Most of the senators and federal

CHAPTER NINETEEN. So, you bring this home, and we can have that talk. The words followed Ella down the staircase to the Investigations floor. As she hurried down the corridor, she had her jaws clenched. By the time she turned the knob on the door of OPERATIONS, she felt the

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. When Ella stepped into the office of the DG, her eyes scanned the large luxurious office in one sweep and settled on the little man at the window across the room from her. He stood facing the window, his back to Ella, jalabiya sweeping the floor, a phone

CHAPTER SIXTEEN. First, the vulnerable aroma of aging books slammed Olai as he walked into the cold study, his sneakers whispering against the tiled floor. “Queen’s Bishop to King Three.” The booming voice startled Olai, before unhurried footsteps brought the old man into the

CHAPTER THIRTEEN. Ella had no idea what it was, but something about that nurse roused her suspicion. She looked back, watching the nurse walk down the corridor and into the bend at the end of the passage, until she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. “Ella?” the voice on the

CHAPTER TWELVE. “How are you, son?” “Sore.” Olai said. Omar nodded. Turned. Walked to the window. His frame as unruffled as ever. As the nurse attended to Olai, he watched the big man strut back and forth between the window and the door. Omar’s face stayed expressionless,

#SISERA EPISODE 7. CHAPTER ELEVEN. The black-skinned young woman on low cut, now dressed in a nurse’s crisp uniform, exited the hospital laundry room with a tray of medical supplies in her hands. She glanced at the irregularly shaped scar on her left wrist and wished she had

CHAPTER TEN. “Really?” Ella said. “That’s the story you’re going with?” Olai felt the annoyance begin to rise. “That’s what happened last night.” “Then you wouldn’t mind telling me again,” Ella said, “would you?” Olai looked away from Ella and his eyes fell on the TV

CHAPTER EIGHT. The living room of Suite 508 had morphed into a sterile battleground. When Ella pushed open the door connecting bedroom to living room, the barren scent of disinfectant assaulted her nostrils. She re-entered the living room to find it crawling with figures clad

CHAPTER SIX. Wuse District, Abuja’s playground for the privileged, pulses with a different kind of energy. Here, amidst sprawling embassies and meticulously landscaped gardens that marked the northwestern part of the city, resides The Crowell’s. This twenty-five-story behemoth,

CHAPTER FOUR Olai’s eyes snapped open. An insistent whoosh filled his head, the sound of a relentless sandstorm raging inside his skull. Then, with the ferocity of a lightning strike, a throbbing pain exploded in his brain. Slowly, sensation returned to his face. The surface

CHAPTER TWO. In a fluid motion that he'd perfected during his military days, Olai dropped into a low crouch, pivoting to face the bedroom. Eyes wide, he felt the darkness thicken in the room as his fingers closed around the cold grip of the pistol tucked into his belt. The

CHAPTER ONE. OLAI's eyes snapped open, his pulse echoing in his ears. Did she just— "I'm going to take a shower," Aisha repeated, "join me." He jolted upright on the sofa. Claws—not fingers—dug into the velvet cushion, his eyes widening at the scene unfolding before him.