Mr. Morris had never doubted Ken's genuine love for his company. He understood what he meant by 'more damage to the organization'. Now, Jeff, who watched the video along with them, had a different opinion. The facts before him were incomplete to enable him to take a stand. He needed to know more. Then, he asked, “Why are they after only the General Manager? What is his relationship with them?”
The question threw the three into a moment of silence. They had never thought of it from that perspective. They were only trying to defend the General Manager, without making inquiries about his involvement in the attacks.
Despite the situation, Mr. Morris was full of inward satisfaction. He chose a worthy and intelligent foster son.
“Jeffrey is right. We should beam our torchlights on Gabriel. He may know something about it.” Mr. Morris pointed out.
“That is a good idea to me too.” Ken concurred. But the Chief Security Officer had a shocker for them. He promised he would let them know all that he knew about the matter.
At the Medical Director's office
Dr. Dike called the young doctor on duty to inquire about the patient on admission. There were three patients in all. One was the child of a staff who was admitted due to cramping abdominal pains, weakness and blurry vision due to an ulcer.
The second patient was the aged father of a member of the management staff. He was not really sick. He just developed confidence in hospitals. Likewise, he felt that he may fall ill at any time, and before he could get to the hospital, he may die. The staff would always bring him to the clinic everyday due to one complaint or the other, which was just a reason to visit the hospital. It was stressful for him, and was affecting his work and health too. He had to wait for him to wake up in the morning, get him dressed up. The members of his family were also too busy with their lives. Even with the presence of a Caregiver, it was still not easy for him.
When Dr. Dike noticed that, he advised that he should get him admitted into the hospital after all, it would not cost them anything. True to his advice, the man had been happy. His caregiver was also relieved. He did not have to go through the rigorous stress of dressing him up every morning. The staff was happy too. He could concentrate on his job, and only visit him once in a while.
The third patient was Jordan Kediri. The youngster who slumped on the field the previous day due to liver damage caused by hepatitis B and C which was left untreated for a long time and was billed for a liver transplant abroad. His sick visa was in progress.
After the doctor on duty had given the reports of the patients to Dr. Dike, he appreciated the young doctor who just joined the organization after his National Youth Service Corps with the organization, “Thank you doctor.”
“It is my pleasure, doctor.”
“Have you visited the Canadian Office of the Cherry Fields Oil and Gas Group?” Dr. Dike asked with a cheerful demeanor. The young doctor, who did not know his reasons for asking, responded sincerely, “No, doctor.”
“Would you like to visit there?”
The young doctor looked at the Medical Director skeptically and wondered, 'How can he be asking me such a question? Who would not want to travel abroad?'
“Yes Sir,” He responded hastily, as though he was afraid that he may change his mind if he delayed
“All right. Get ready to accompany the patient for the Liver Transplant to the Head Office Clinic. I will give your details as the nurse to the patient.”
“Thank you, Sir,” the young doctor left with a broad smile on his face.
At the Graceland Academy
Dora had left for work full of energy, and with a renewed spirit. The two big contracts she had over the weekend were successfully handled. Her workers were happy with the pay. Nevertheless, Mrs. Duke was the happiest. Her dogs always recognize when she got such a job. They always had a lot to eat and drink. That day, she had picked some leftover souvenirs and packaged some snacks from the previous day’s event for her staff and colleagues. She had to go with her husband's driver, who had been idle since Mr. Morris took over his job.
When they arrived at the school that morning, the atmosphere was different. Normally, there would be workers around doing one thing or the other. The security guard opened the gate for her and greeted her differently, “Madam, good morning. Welcome madam. How is your family, madam?”
All in one fell swoop. She responded all the same.
“Good morning, dear. My family is fine. And yours?”
“Fine, Madam.”
The driver drove into the school and pulled up close to her office to enable them to offload their stuff. Dora was fair in complexion, beautiful, weighing 80 and 5ft (1.52 meters) tall. Plump and busty.
She was a fashion freak. She dressed beautifully all the time. That day, she wore a navy-blue trousers suit with gray high-heeled shoes that had the same color as her neatly arranged purse. Her accessories were moderate and fit perfectly with her suit. Her long, dark and thick hair was brushed sideways with a deep side part. Furthermore, her fair face wore a nude make-up to suite her work environment. In all, she looked as stunning as she worked to her office while the driver followed her with the stuff. However, she was greeted by a banner at the door of her office with the inscription.
WELCOME, HUSBAND DEFENDER.
The write-up brought her a raucous laugh.
'So this name emanated from here?' She thought. Until then, she had not seen any member of staff around, not even the cleaners. Then, she decided to go into her office, and drop her stuff before going to check on them. Now, her driver had brought some souvenirs. When she opened her door, she was greeted by almost all her colleagues, both male and female, and the Proprietor of her school with a three by four ten inches gold and white colored cake with the inscription.
TO DORA, THE HUSBAND DEFENDER
At that point, she was speechless. She knew that she was loved by her colleagues and secretary, but not to that extent. Her secretary must be part of this. The School Proprietor Mrs. Omeiza Hassan had her way of celebrating her members of staff. Dora, who was not expecting that, giggled, “Wow!” She giggled, and her eyes were wet out of excitement. She placed her right hand on her chest and asked no one in particular, “All these for me?”
Nevertheless, she fought hard to stop her tears from dropping. The proprietress, a young lady of about the same age as her, responded, “Yes. You deserve it, Mrs. Israel.”
Then she moved closer to give her a hug, and made her to sit down lest she faint.
“You made us proud as women. Congratulations on standing by your husband as he excels in his career.”
Her secretary was among the people who assisted her with the contract, and she must have heard a lot about her family that made her to organize that.
“I appreciate all of you. We will all succeed together in our various homes.”
“Amen,” they chorused. Then, one of her male colleagues teased, “Very soon, I will be celebrated as a Wife Defender.”
They laughed ecstatically, and cut the cake. Thereafter, they took photographs which hit the internet instantly. Luckily, she was prepared for the occasion. They shared the cake and the snacks she brought, and her colleagues left with souvenirs.
Posting stories and photographs on the internet is good, but can bring a problem for people in some cases. Those harmless postings by her friends and colleagues, brought issues for her and her husband. His rival the day he met Dora on her way back to Anambra State from Kaduna State, after her National Youth Service Corps orientation, showed up.
At the Grandcrest Luxury.
The Presidency had contacted Victor after the National News the previous day. He was chauffeur-driven to the Presidential Villa where he accepted the appointment by signing the appointment letter, and the President spoke with him one on one.
“Thank you for accepting the appointment.”