Tarasha - Season 3 - Episode 37

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Tarasha - Season 3 - Episode 37

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ILORIN, KWARA STATE.
The sound of Rex’s ringtone woke him from sleep. He opened his eyes and turned around to pick his phone which was by the pillow side. The Inspector General was the one calling.

‘Rex, we booked a flight for you to Cross River already. It’s leaving by 9am, you have to get ready immediately.’
‘What am I going to do in Cross River?’ Rex asked in a confident tone as he sat up.
‘Samantha Osman called John Bisong this morning and she has asked him to prepare some documents for her which she would be going to get from him by night time today.’
‘How sure are you of this?’ Rex asked, getting up from the bed.

‘Very sure. John Bisong called the Vice President some few minutes ago to tell him about the message she sent regarding it.’
‘Which airline did you book for me?’ Rex asked as he pulled out a towel from the wardrobe.


8:36am
International Airport, Ilorin.
Dan and Dave rolled their boxes along with them as they followed a junior NIS officer leading them to the car waiting for them in the garage. The junior officer was also carrying a bag in his hands.

They got to the garage and put their bags into the boot of the car. The junior officer joined the driver at the front seat while the Dan and Dave entered into the car. The driver turned on the car engine and was about to drive off when Dan spoke up.

‘Hold on for a second,’ he said, reading something on his phone. He then turned back and looked out through the back glass, watching the couple of cars which drove past at that moment. Every other person in the car had their attention turned towards him. ‘We can move now,’ Dan said after the last of the cars passed.

‘What was that for?’ Dave asked with a raised eyebrow.

‘I wanted to see those cars pass us,’ Dan replied without paying much attention. He continued with his activity on the phone.
Dave refrained from asking more questions as it was obvious Dan wasn’t ready to keep answering. He took out his own phone and unlocked it. He swiped down the notification bar. He already had so many messages, the highest number and most recent of them from Lizzy.

He went through Lizzy’s messages carefully. The look on his face brightened as he read each one. Cole’s chat history which Lizzy had gained access to had revealed a lot of his conversations with his boss, Samantha. Dave couldn’t fully comprehend the messages but he was sure it was something positive. He read to the end where she asked him to call her immediately he reads the messages but he couldn’t at that time. He typed back a reply instead, ‘I’ll call you when I’m alone, Good work.’

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9:30am
Abuja
Cole was working in the control room when Tarasha walked in. He glanced towards the door and paused what he was doing to greet.
‘Good morning Boss,’ he greeted before turning back to the computer.

‘Hey Cole, good morning.’ she greeted as she proceeded towards the main computer. ‘How many cars are we using tomorrow?’

‘One should be enough, going with the directions we were given by Henry.’ Cole replied.

‘What’s our escape route?’ she took her seat and turned on the system.
‘We’d return through the same way we double cross them.’
‘Have you checked what the traffic is like on a Saturday?’

‘Yes, it’s always less busy, especially at that time of the morning.’
‘Then we should have it smooth tomorrow.’
‘Yes, we should.’


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Aguda House, Aso Rock
James glanced at his wristwatch as he hurried towards the house. He was sure his father would be out already. He took out his phone and dialed Vivian’s number as he walked the verandah to the entrance.

‘Good morning Vivian, I’m coming into Dad’s house now. Can we see briefly?’ he said into the phone immediately the call was answered.

‘Yes, I’m inside.’
‘Okay, just come into the living room to meet me,’ he said and ended the call.
He got into the house and waited in the living room for some few seconds until Vivian came to join him. He saw her walking down from the stairs, still in her night robe. She didn’t look hurt just like Inspector Dakolo had told him but she wasn’t looking lively either.
Dakolo had called James late the night before, telling him how Vivian was rescued from the car and how their father prevented them from asking her questions. James offered to do the questioning since he had direct access to his sister and he was also involved in the case.

‘Good morning brother,’ she said as she entered into the living room.
‘Vivian, good morning. Can we sit and talk?’

‘Yes, ‘ she replied, folding her arms.
They both settled on the three seater sofa, facing each other.

‘So, what happened to you yesterday?’ I’m aware you were on your way to the airport.’ James began.

‘Nothing, I only had a minor accident due to the carelessness of my driver. The doors of the car were shut,’ she lied.
‘Minor accident?’ James widened his eyes questioningly. ‘Come on, stop hiding the truth from me. I’m your blood.’
‘Brother,’ Vivian called and sighed. ‘Dad does not want me to tell this to anybody.’
‘I know, but am I anybody?’ he asked, looking straight into her eyes. ‘And even if Daddy wants you to hide it from me too, should you?’


James paused to see her reaction. She was expressionless, so he continued.
‘I think our Dad is facing something dangerous that could harm him and us, and it’ll be crazy to hide it from ourselves. You should talk to me so that we can both make plans on what to do, to help our Father and ourselves. It won’t do us any good if your hide it from me.’

Vivian sighed and closed her eyes briefly. She stared into his eyes and took in another breath. ‘But do you promise you won’t let Dad know if I tell you?’ she questioned James.


‘Vivian, it’s not about letting Dad know or not here. It’s first about our safety and his.’

‘Are you sure we’d actually find a solution if I tell you?’


‘Come on, you’ve not even told me yet. How do I know there’ll be a solution if I don’t know the problem yet?’
Vivian closed her eyes and shook her head gently, it seemed she was making a tough decision not to keep what happened to herself like she promised her father.
‘Tell me Vivian, what really happened yesterday?’


‘I was supposed to travel but Samantha Osman sent someone to stop me from traveling.’


‘Samantha Osman?’
‘Yes, she sent a guy and he said I’m not allowed to travel until my father is punished for all the wrong things he has done.’
‘All the wrong things?’ James frowned. ‘Did he tell you what these wrong things are?’


‘No, but…’ Vivian sighed again. ‘I’ve seen him before, he actually came with the wrong things the first time.’

‘I don’t understand.’
‘Samantha Osman has sent him to me before, he came to meet me at a studio. It’s part of the reasons Dad arranged for me to leave the country quickly.’

‘Huh? What did he tell you when he came the first time?’

‘He gave me a file to give Dad.’
‘A file? What file?’

‘A file containing documentations of a deal by a certain NOTD firm, the Ministry of Health and some foreign health companies.’
‘Wow!’ James inhaled and let out air from his mouth. He got up from the seat and began to pace in front of the three seater slowly.
‘What’s wrong?’ Vivian asked.
‘Nothing,’ he suddenly stopped and sat down again. ‘Did you give the file to Dad? And what did he say after receiving it?’
‘Actually the file carries his signatures and passport photographs showing that he signed the illegal deals for the NOTD firm,’ she paused to look at James’ face. He was paying full attention to her. ‘Dad denied knowing anything about the deals, he said they were the works of his enemies who wants to Tanisha his.’


‘Hmm…’ James got up from the seat again and paced the floor for a while. ‘I received a file too,’ James said, after sitting down again. She seemed confused by his statement. ‘Samantha came to me in person and asked me to deliver the file to Dad.’

‘Wow!’ Vivian exclaimed with her eyes widened.

‘What do you think about the allegations they made against Dad?’ James asked.
A confused look appeared on Vivian’s face, she seemed to have a hard time giving the answer to the question.

‘I don’t know, but Dad says he knows nothing and I think we should believe him.’
‘I don’t think he knows nothing, I think he was really involved in those terrible deals.’

‘You think so?’
‘Yes, I do. Let’s look at the facts together…’