The Attack
Now, he picked up his phone that was by his side to give Denise and Olivia a call. Then, the security guard informed.
“Mr. Christopher Harry is at the door.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey and Nichole exchanged glances before he looked at the security and back to Nichole. He attempted to view the courtyard from his phone, but he could not. Nichole tried to do the same but could not too. Then, Mr. Bailey asked the security guard.
“Why is the CCTV disconnected?”
“I am not aware that it was disconnected. I will find out, boss.”
The security guard who became disquieted declared.
“Meanwhile, let the guest in.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey ordered while he looked at Nichole, who nodded in compliance.
“All right, boss.”
The security guard said and left in trepidation.
'Who must have tampered with the CCTV?'
He thought before he ushered the guest in.
“You can go in, Mr. Harry.”
“Thank you.”
Mr. Christopher Harry was late Mr. Williams Bailey's schoolmate and friend who had his eyes on Mrs. Nichole Bailey even before she got married to Williams. He had divorced twice due to strain on the relationships. That day, he had come to see Nichole, who had ignored his calls and invitations on several occasions with a bouquet of red and pink roses.
The sixty-two years old Mr. Christopher Harry was dressed in a casual but cute outfit. The scent from his mixture of perfume and Men's Cologne got into the parlor ahead of him. His steps carried an aura of confidence, which was prompted by his plans with the chef in the house and his Intel at the Bailey International Conglomerates.
He was gobsmacked when he got in and saw Mr. Arthur Bailey's blank face. Then, he stopped suddenly for a few seconds before he gained composure and walked in. At this instance, the bouquet of flowers which he was holding became a burden to him. He pulled himself together and greeted Mr. Arthur Bailey, who fixed his eyes on his.
“Hello, Arthur. Nice to meet you.”
Then, he looked at Nichole who has the same expression as Mr. Bailey on her face and greeted too.
“Hello, Nichole. How are you?”
Mr. Arthur Bailey, who was too busy for pretentious pleasantries, ignored his greetings and offered him a seat perfunctorily.
“Please take your seat.”
He took his seat with his right hand clenched to the bouquet, and Mr. Arthur Bailey carried on with his discussion with the security guard concerning the disconnected CCTV. Now, he sipped his tea before he called on him.
“Yes, boss. You called me.”
“Yes, have you found out why the CCTV was disconnected?”
“I am yet to find out, boss.”
At this juncture, Nichole was already apprehensive. She knew what Arthur was capable of doing when it comes to protecting his own. But she must appear strong, and she did by sipping her tea and watching events unfold.
“Ask the Chief of Security to lock up the main gate. Nobody goes out nor comes into the estate until that is sorted out.”
“It is noted, Boss.”
Now, Mr. Arthur Bailey continued with the discussions he was having with Nichole before the security guard announced the presence of the uninvited guest as though there was nobody in his house. Meanwhile, when Mr. Christopher Harry heard the order that he issued to the guard, he knew he was doomed.
“Let us call Denise and his wife, as we agreed.”
“Okay dear.”
That day, Nichole fell in love with Mr. Arthur Bailey all over again for his confident demeanor. He crossed his left leg on his right leg and rested his head on the headrest of the couch as he called on Denise, who picked at once.
“Hello, father. Good to hear from you.”
He responded cheerfully as if nothing was bothering him. Nichole looked at him contentedly.
“Hello, Denise. How is your wife?”
“My wife is fine. How is Mom?”
“Your Mom is fine.”
He turned and gave Nichole a romantic look before he proceeded.
“Congratulations once again. I am proud to be your father. Let me speak with your wife" “Thank you, father. Congratulations to you, too. Freya and her family are here too.”
“Wow! You have a full house.”
“Yes, father. Speak with my wife.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey spoke leisurely with his family members one after the other before he drew Nichole closer and announced.
“Your Mom is here. Speak with her.”
Then, he handed his phone over to her and watched her speak with them while he sipped his tea. She spoke with them one after the other too before she concluded with Denise.
“Take care of her, please. I will see you very soon.”
“All right, Mom.”
She handed the phone back to him and sipped her tea. Mr. Christopher Harry, who was starring at the television without paying attention to the program, was already petrified. Mr. Arthur Bailey was not his mate nor his friend, but he feared him like death. Late Williams, who was his friend, was an easy-going man compared to his little brother, Arthur, who is a brute when it comes to dealing with a foe. He had avoided him carefully all these years, only to fall cheaply into his hands that evening. Then, Mr. Arthur Bailey asked the security guard who was trying to get his attention all the while.
“Any news?”
“Yes, Sir. We have found out who disconnected the CCTV.”
“Really. That is a piece of good news.”
He said as he rose to his feet, removed his jacket and handed it over to Nichole before casting a deadly glance at Mr. Christopher Harry and walking with the security guard to the Security Post. Nichole, who collected the suit, kept it carefully on the chair and followed him.
Now, Mr. Christopher Harry's only wish was for the ground to open and gulp him and the chef down.
At the Security Post, the security guard played the footage of the activities of the chef in disconnecting the CCTV.
“What!”
Mrs. Nichole Bailey exclaimed, while Mr. Arthur Bailey inquired.
“Why did she do that?”
“We will find out from her, boss.”
Nichole recalled what she discovered from the chef a few minutes ago.
“Was that why she was restless a few minutes ago?”
“What do you mean?”
Mr. Arthur Bailey asked anxiously and Mrs. Nichole Bailey narrated her encounter with her and concluded with.
“I had to ask her to take a rest because I thought she was ill.”
“Get her. She may have a good reason.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey ordered. Now, one of the security guards went to the staff quarters and met her in her room. She was fraught when she saw the security guard, but he covered up as though nothing happened, and he announced.
“The boss needs your attention.”
“I hope there is no problem?”
“I don't think so.”
Then, the security guard walked back to the Security Post with the twenty-eight years old woman who had been working for Mrs. Nichole Bailey since her husband died seven years ago and had been very committed. When she got into the Security Post and saw her bosses, she knew that her game was up, and she volunteered to confess.
“I am sorry, boss. I am sorry, Mrs. Bailey. I will say everything I know.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey looked at the chef in amazement and asked.
“Everything you know about what?”
“Please, don't hand me over to the authority. I will confess.”
He looked at Nichole who was sitting beside him and then back to the chef.
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