New identity

Paula
After two weeks cloistered at home thinking about my fate, in relation to a possible emergency exit, I end up making a decision that I believe is the only one capable of avoiding the worst. I thought long and hard. Not a single day has passed without me dwelling on my situation and thinking about the different avenues that could be offered to me. But I had to face the facts, there are not a thousand options in front of me right now. Where I'm at, I don't think I could hit bottom. So I decide to go for it. I share my idea with my mother.
"I can't sit here twiddling my thumbs, waiting for the police to come and take me to jail." I say decisively.
"So what solution have you found my daughter?" She asks me curiously.
"I'm going to empty my bank accounts and sell my business. For a first time, I'm going to hide in a village that's hard to reach, where they won't even be able to suspect me of being there." I explained to my mother who listens to me with all the attention in the world.
"After that?" She hastens to ask.
"The next step will be to get us new identities. I have a guy here in Douala who I trust. He knows some informal networks. So he can make us fake IDs and passports. We we can even go to a neighboring country and from there we will apply for a visa for a European country."
"It's a good idea my daughter!" She says calmly, then she adds. "We could even go to my village in the East for a first time. My family is there, even if I have cut ties with them since I got married, I know that they will not reject me It's a very difficult place to get to, so it will be easy to camouflage yourself there." My mother explains to me, while I listen to her religiously. I find his idea very good and I do not take long to raise it to him.
"This will be the perfect place!" I replied to approve his proposal. "I now urgently need to find takers for my business and also for this house." I kept saying.
"Why sell the house my daughter? And even your goodwill?" Asked my lost mother. "We could come back to it, once things have calmed down, or even still, you could have your business managed by a trusted person. That way, you can manage everything being in another country. And as far as the house, you can rent it out! By letting your activities run, you have the opportunity to make them generate more money for you." She offers me, which exasperates me even more.
"Don't be silly mum!" I cried angrily. "How can you come up with such stupid ideas!" I continued still rising. "Do you think that in the current state, I need to hear such nonsense coming from you?" I exclaimed at his questioning gaze.
"Wow my daughter, why are you insulting me then, your mother? I was only making proposals that I consider to be for your good." She said pretending to be unhappy.
"Proposals that you think are good for me, huh?!" I let out a bitter laugh and continued telling him in a stern voice. "Use your brain often if you have it mom! I remind you that we are talking about legal proceedings on issues of non-clearance of goods and non-payment of taxes for more than a year of commercial activities !" I scolded her, no less angry. "Do you think they are going to let me continue to manage my assets as if nothing had happened? Of course not! They will seize them without wasting time, since they are all in my name. The only solution would have been been that I put them in the name of a third person, but that, I cannot, because I do not trust anyone, not even you!" I concluded nervously.
My mother remains silent, and looks at me sadly. I know I raised my voice at her and she feels bad, but with my current situation, even a little inappropriate word ignites my anger, like oil on fire . I get up without paying attention to his state of mind and I go to my room. I call my bank manager to explain to him that I would like to empty my bank account as soon as possible and that I need his agreement to do so. In the standards, it is at the end of a long procedure strewn with obstacles and which requires a lot of patience, that this agreement should be acquired. It is, in fact, forbidden to withdraw certain colossal sums of money, without a tangible reason, with supporting evidence. This is my case now, because I have more than 100 million CFA francs in my bank account. Only and fortunately for me, in this country, you can get everything if you have money. After chatting with my manager, I also call my guy who often does odd jobs for me that aren't very neat. I give him an appointment for the evening and he accepts. As for the sale of the house, I know that I can easily find takers. It's a big, nice house, so I don't have to worry about the sale. I'm going to call some of the business people Cassandra hooked me up with when we started. I'd better wrap up all this before a week and take to their heels, if I don't want to end up in sheet metal and see all my property confiscated. So, in the evening as agreed with Bill, we meet in a fairly discreet place, where we can chat without being disturbed. Once well settled and after ordering our beers, we start the discussion by getting to the heart of the matter that brings us together.
"So Bill, regarding the fake IDs, can you get them for us?" I asked.
"Yes boss, don't worry, it will be done, as always." Bill reassures me.
"Very well!" I replied with a sigh of relief.
"When there is wheat, everything can be obtained in this country you know it, even if you wanted to acquire a soul!" He quips and I laugh at his joke.
"And as for the passports, I guess that too you can get them for me, can't you? Even as it's out of stock?" I questioned him again.
"I'm your man my beautiful!" He replies with a reassuring smile, then continues. "And believe me, there's no one who lies more than the government. When they say they're out of stock, it's another way of saying we want more money when you come." He explains to me, still ironically.
"Okay, if it's just a question of money, it's a small problem." I answered reassured. "But, how long do you think it might take to get all of this? I don't need to remind you that time is against me, do I?" I tell him looking anxious.
"Don't worry my pretty, as I told you earlier, if the money is available, everything will go quickly." Bill answers me and I'm relieved.
"In that case, you reassure me. I want you to start the process this evening." I ordered him.
"I start it as soon as we separate. I had also warned my contacts before arriving here." He said in a calm voice. I stay with him for a while longer to sort out some small details relating to the money he will need for his work. Once that's over, we say goodbye to each other and I go home, flexing my fingers to make sure everything goes well.