Chapter 12

He was checking her out from head to toe, no doubt thinking of how he wanted to rape her. His intention was obvious.

Denise was perfect. She looked amazing. She fucking even put a fake mole near the side of her eyes. It was small but noticeable. I don’t know why, but that added detail suddenly made me want her. In a sexual way and lustful way.

Denise smoothed down her dress, touching herself on the buttocks, not that her tight dress needed any smoothing. As she ran her hands down, she lowered her body gracefully onto the chair in front of Issac, lifted up her legs and crossed them.

When she crossed her legs, she deliberately brushed her heel against Issac’s calves. She fanned herself with her right wrist in a slow deliberate manner, drawing attention to her cleavage. Denise leaned forward, exposing her low cut dress to Issac, resting her chin on her limp wrist and gave one of the most beautiful smiles I’d ever seen from her.

Her lustful and soul-grabbing gaze lasted for a couple of seconds before she spoke in a haughty manner directing her gaze at me.

Denise: You ok with your dog listening in on our conversation?

Issac grinned and hung up both phones. Issac pointed a finger at me, asking me to tell Soh to stay on the bus till the end of the line. I made the call and told Soh someone was following them to make sure they stayed on.

Soh: Jim, We’re fucked if Issac gets hurt.

Jim: He’ll be fine. I’m here. I’ll give you updates every 5 minutes. Call me if I don’t get back to you.

Soh: All yours bro. Soh out.

I hung up and took a seat behind Denise, in a deliberate attempt to block her exit, and of course, as a show to Issac that I’m doing my job. Issac nodded with a smile. Denise cast a glance over her bare shoulders with a smirk as she acknowledged my presence.

Denise: Now. Shall we get down to business?

Issac: HAHAHAHAHAHAWHAHAHAHa ... Hahahahahaha...

Issac did a big show of clapping his hands before slamming the table in front of Denise with a bang.

Issac: You come here alone. Empty handed, and you expect to do business with me? Are you stupid?

Denise was unfazed. Not a bit impressed either. Perhaps it came from her unofficial tenure as Herman’s sugarbabe. I’m sure she had to meet people from all walks of life.

In a cool and classy voice that even surprised me, Denise said something that made my hair stand on end.

Denise: I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.

In a relaxed stance, Denise continued staring at Issac.

Issac laughed again, louder this time round.

Issac: You had my curiosity. Now you have my attention.

Denise: Good.

What was the game plan here you ask? It was really simple actually. Get Marie’s passport, and get the fuck out of that place. That’s it. I didn’t care what I had to do, I would cheat, lie and steal if I had to. That was actually the simple part. Denise could always grab the passport and start running, but if I wanted her to do that, I would have gotten her to turn up in gym attire. There was really not much Issac could do anyway.

He was not going to grab a girl in public with her screaming and waving her hands in the air. The trick was getting Issac to stay away after all this was over. Stay away from Denise, away from Nelly, away from Marie and close this chapter. So, I had to use the hard drive to my advantage and give Issac something else to focus on.

Then again, Issac would never take it lying down if he kept losing. He must get something in return. To end this, Issac must think that he stands to gain more by cooperating. The key here was to keep his attention on Denise and the mystery people behind her.

Issac: Who are you? What’s your name?

Denise: You just called me a bitch a moment ago.

Issac: Oh come on. It was in a fit of anger. You can’t be that narrow minded.

Denise smiled and gave the reply we had rehearsed beforehand.

Denise: I work for a company that pretty much does the same things the guys you hired do. Just that we are a lot more expensive and professional.

Denise reached for a business card from her Chanel bag and passed it to Issac. It was just a piece of black cardboard we cut out of her shoebox. There was nothing written on it but a number from a prepaid calling card, the texture felt expensive and there was a shimmer to it. Denise simply drew a letter ‘D’ in gold ink at the bottom right corner.