Samuel Cobby Grant
Corporal Adu initially had no intention of accepting Otubea’s dinner invitation but with the current instructions to keep an eye on the Vice President, he felt that getting close to her was as good as getting close to the man himself. So he had honoured the invitation clutching a bottle of sparkling wine.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she had said after immersing it in an ice bucket.
“Dinner would be ready in ten minutes.”
He was intrigued by her. He felt relaxed in her presence and was interested in knowing what her game plan was because obviously, she had something up her sleeves from the way she had gotten him to have dinner with her.
Dinner was nice. She had catered to his every need. She was jovial and constantly had a smile on her lips. A smile he found himself liking more and more though he was still to know what her next move was going to be.
After a very wonderful meal, they retired to the living room to chat and to watch a movie she wanted him to watch with her.
“I am sleepy and I have to go to bed, but there’s something I really must tell you,” she said halfway through the movie, catching him by surprise by the serious tone of voice she had suddenly used.
“Am all ears,” he had simply said, highly intrigued.
“You, as well as everyone else know that I am a very beautiful lady. I know you have heard about rumours of me being the Vice President’s girl, which is true but I want to tell you that I have been observing you for some time and I think I have fallen in love with you. I don’t want to keep quiet about it and lose you to someone else. I invited you here solely to tell you that,” she said, “What do you say?”
He stared at her, speechless.
He found her beautiful. She was bold too, but he found her way out of his league. How can he consort with someone who moved in presidential circles.
“I can see the shock on your face but I really need to go to bed. You can see your way out,” she said and went into the bedroom, leaving him alone.
He got up still thinking about an appropriate response to give to her. She knew he couldn’t tell her he was thinking about it as women tend to say in such situations. She was beautiful but he hardly knew her and didn’t want to jump into something he could regret later though he really wanted to. He got to the bedroom door with the intention of asking her to lock it after him but stopped when he heard her sniffling inside. He quietly left and closed the main door behind him.
The five men were really steaming in a hot soup. They realized they had been found out about their nefarious activities.
“Sir, we were only doing what all businessmen do. We are sorry,” one of them said.
“What about the abduction of Issah Musah?” he asked casually.
“We only provided funding. We know nothing about his whereabouts.”
“Okay. Why did you kill Abena Dompey,” he asked sharply, changing the tone of his voice.
They gasped when he said that but didn’t reply.
“Well, I am waiting,” he goaded, but none of them said anything.
At a signal from him to an agent, a masked man went in and forcefully took one of them away.
“Who killed Abena Dompey?” he asked again.
Still, no one answered. Another man was taken out and a minute later, two gunshots were heard indicating that they had been killed.
“Now I am beginning to lose patience with you. Bierhoff and Oliver are dead. Who wants to be next?” he barked viciously and the men realized that they could be shot too.
“It was Klaus Kinski who asked us to arrange it to frame your Vice President and Mr Siriboe,” Tomas Ziglah said in fear.
“Yes, continue,” he barked.
“We are now blackmailing them to gain access into Ghana.”
“Go on,” he said, sounding ominous.
“We are behind the campaign to sack the Army Chief and the President’s Chief Guard,” he said, breathing shallowly from fear and stress, on the verge of a cardiac arrest.
“I’m listening,” he urged. He had no pity for any of them. He knew they would sell their own mothers if it would help them get their own ways.
“That’s all, that’s all please please.”
Another one of them was forcibly taken out as he struggled and a gunshot was heard.
“It’s true. We, I am telling you the truth,” Herr Ziglah said, tears in his eyes.
“Tell me about all the Ghanaians helping you in this, apart from the Veep and the Chairman,” he ordered.
“It’s in my office safe in Bonn,” he said quickly, fear of being shot in cold blood in his voice.
Squadron Leader Kofi Frimpong got him to reveal the combination of the safe and with just a phone call to an employee of the German businessman, all the documents in the safe were on their way to Ghana with the next available flight.
The documents, when he got hold of them the next day, turned out to be a windfall. It contained in detail, every money given to Ghanaian saboteurs. Their names, amounts received, and bank accounts into which the monies were made. It also contained the sex videos of Sosa and Siriboe with Abena Dompey. Shady business deals of Ziglah were also included. Emails between him and various men in German Embassies from across the globe were not left out. Of which he found one name he was very familiar with, an employee of the German Consulate in Ghana.
Further questioning on subsequent days yielded nothing more about the whereabouts of Issah Musah.
“The President must hear this,” he said to himself as he ended the questions for the day.
There was one important piece of information he got from the documents that he needed to work on ASAP. That was the Hotline number to Klaus Kinski, a man he knew by reputation alone.
He was going to have the link permanently placed in the highly sophisticated Intercom Relay Line (IRL)in which any call received by Kinski would automatically show the exact place he was. If he also made a call, it would trigger the same reaction, with the same results.
Patience, he knew, was the name of the game.
“I just have to get ready in advance,” he said to no one in particular and made his way to the Navy Submarine Base at Tema to look for something he had in mind.
He wasn’t perturbed about the news getting out about the disappearance of the Germans. He had already had them send a message to their various offices about them going on holiday at undisclosed locations for a month. All he wanted to do was to have enough time to bleed them dry of every information that could help in dealing with what was proving to be massive infiltration of the country’s government. He was determined to get to the bottom of it.
Corporal Adu had been thinking about Otubea for some time, unable to get her out of his mind. He tried not to think about her but to no avail. He hitherto regarded ladies of her calibre as being money conscious, but he had seen a vulnerability in her that touched a chord in his heart.
He made some subtle diggings at the Vice Presidential wing of the Gold House and learned that she called in sick the previous day. He did a little bit more checks on her and discovered that the day was her birthday. That was why in the evening, he got dressed in a pair of blue-black jeans and a red T-shirt that had ‘I Love Ghana ‘ emblazoned on it and made his way to her home holding a bouquet and a bottle of sparkling wine.
He got there and rang the doorbell.
She opened the door, stared at him blankly, as if she had just realized that it was really him at her doorstep, and quickly embraced him, wrapping both of her arms tightly around his neck. He held her waist loosely, suddenly conscious of her bra less breasts pressing firmly against his chest. She took a step backwards after a while and pulled him by his hand into the bedroom, in which she was before the doorbell rang. He followed her every step, like a sheep being led to the slaughterhouse.
He found her intriguing and desirous so when she turned around to kiss him, he found himself kissing her back with ardour. She made soft moaning sounds, her face inflamed with passion.
He, realizing that he still had the flowers and the bottle of wine in his hand, put them on a table he saw near the window and turned back to find her completely naked, the flimsy dress she had had on was on the ground around her feet. His breath caught at the sight of her flawless body and kissed her ardently. Her hands went to his crotch area and unzipped him to pull his hardening manhood out. She went on her knees and put him in her mouth to which he arched his back, hissed shakily in alien enjoyment.
He couldn’t stand it anymore so he pried himself out of her pouty lips and positioned her on the bed as he shirked his attire, kicking it away in his haste.
“Please, please, please. Now,” she implored him, her voice shaking in anticipation.
He did. With annoying slowness, hovered over her and attacked her pert nipples which instantly hardened and elongated at the slightest touch from him. He, not allowing himself to be hurried, licked his way down to her button-sized navel and on to her now fully lubricated inner core.
She couldn’t take it anymore and pulled herself away from his head and grabbed his rock hard manhood and guided him into her.
“Ahh,” she screamed as she felt his fullness and began to thrash on the bed in wanton abandon.
Adu, breathing heavily and evenly, and with methodical expertise, gave her long and hard strokes that set her up on multiple orgasms till she was literally filled and flowing with love juices. She stopped him so she could clean up but he shook his head, saying no, and continued to her enjoyment. His breath quickened, almost against his will and with a laboured grunt, ejaculated and fell upon her as she held him fiercely, refusing to allow him to get up.
They fell asleep in that position. Her supine, him on top, still connected till the chilly breeze of the early dawn seeped into their bones and only then did they separate and covered themselves with the duvet. Even at that, he laid behind her, his arm slung across her. He just couldn’t resist having his skin touch her smooth velvety skin.
“What a world we live in,” President Awuku said as he read the ‘Sitrep’ from the Squadron Leader. He was both angry and dismayed at the involvement of his own Vice President in the whole conundrum of events that sought to destabilize the country.
He knew that the news if it got out, would make his Government look bad as it involved the second-highest person of the land.
“I will not sweep this under the carpet on the altar of political expediency,” he firmly said to himself as he thought of the right way to handle the problem. He got even angrier about how his actions had allowed him to be placed in a compromising position to the extent of receiving cash in order to help enemies of the State.
“How dare him,” he pondered on the greediness and rottenness of the man and Siriboe, his friend in crime.
His worry, though it wasn’t much of a worry, was how to handle the matter in such a way that it didn’t have a negative backlash on the rest of them. He resolved to see it through even to the law courts.
“This is high treason and will be foolhardy for anyone to protect them,” he said.
His next move was to invite both the Army Commander and the Chief of his Bodyguards to proceed on an all-expenses paid leave vacation with their families after which they were to get back to their posts. He told them, without going into details that he found all allegations against them to be baseless.
Though the phlegmatic Army Commander wasn’t altogether convinced and would have liked to be elucidated on it further, his great respect for the President made him hold his horses.
His mind went on to the Issah Musah saga. He felt that they were getting to the end of the mysteries and he being an untiring workaholic, perused the files on his table. He knew with his sharp brain, coupled with that of Kofi Frimpong, they were going to get to the bottom of the case.
David Muller had begun to sense some reduction in the ardour and affections Ataa Adjoa used to have for him. But he wasn’t really worried about it. He had found out that his duties involved far more important ones than the mere interpreter he initially thought he was going to be. He acquitted himself so well in his extra duties that his Head of Department had only praises for him. He found out that he had a knack for the extra duties he was engaged in for the advancement of Germany his Fatherland.
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