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Published: 2017-05-16T16:00:00+00:00

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Upstairs, there were rooms which bore a testament to the many children fertilized and terminated by the Bedminton activities. Catherine’s heart went out to the housekeepers who cleaned after these rooms, witnesses of untold things and unspoken messes.

In no time, the poor old man was lying on the bed like a crocodile, his everything strewn across the bed.

Catherine wasted no time as she wriggled free of him, and sat up on the bed. She studied him over, amused at how easy it was to topple a man so mighty.

 

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Author:Risa, Haroun [Risa, Haroun] , Date: June 7, 2019

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Author:Risa, Haroun [Risa, Haroun]

Language: eng

Format: epub

Published: 2017-05-16T16:00:00+00:00
Upstairs, there were rooms which bore a testament to the many children fertilized and terminated by the Bedminton activities. Catherine’s heart went out to the housekeepers who cleaned after these rooms, witnesses of untold things and unspoken messes.

In no time, the poor old man was lying on the bed like a crocodile, his everything strewn across the bed.

Catherine wasted no time as she wriggled free of him, and sat up on the bed. She studied him over, amused at how easy it was to topple a man so mighty.

She reached for his iPad, took out the SIM card, then grabbed his two gadgets and took out both SIM cards, replacing them with brand new ones.

Only three.

Put the new SIM cards in, take NO electronic devices. Everything else is yours.

Then she reached for his wallet, in his left coat pocket, and as she was pulling it out, he stirred, grabbing her weave in a moment of confusion, grogginess and anger.

In that moment , she acted quickly, grabbing her handkerchief stuffed inside her bra and placing it on his nose, hard, pinching his mouth shut until he stopped struggling and let go of her weave.

She breathed a sigh of relief, still on his lap, and then got off, finally managing to place the last SIM card in his third device.

She yanked his wallet and went off with it, not giving a damn what identification documents were in it.

“That mission wasn’t yours,” said a voice behind her.

Catherine turned to look at her, almost laughing out loud.

“The new fish couldn’t handle this, and you know that,” she retorted, fixing her weave.

“How badly do you need this, Cate? We all know why you came back, and it’s not worth it.”

Catherine grabbed her purse, and turned to Khadijah.

“I need a Schengen visa. You know what that is?”

She turned to the old white man lying unconscious. “You know who this is? This is a French diplomat. This job is what will ensure The Queen Bee gets me that Schengen Visa I need to get back to Paris.”

She walked out quickly, leaving Khadijah in her waitress uniform.

She looked at Catherine walking in her stilettos, and then shook her head.

Catherine walked out, and as she turned left, a black SUV was waiting for her. She wasted no time and got in, tossing her weave away.

“You have done well, my child,” said the stellar, articulate voice of The Queen Bee. Besides her was an unknown man using an iPad. Catherine handed over the SIM cards to him, and one by one he began putting SIM card after SIM card, absorbing the information stored in the SIM cards .

“The wallet,” he said, and Catherine handed it over, minus the money.

The man looked at the ID cards in the wallet and nodded his approval to The Queen Bee.

The Queen Bee broke the silence. “I have something planned for you.”

She nodded to the man, who tapped the partition, and the vehicle began moving away.

22:34.

Downtown Malindi.

The car pulled over, and the driver opened the door for the occupants to walk out.

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