The Messenger

Chief Edgar leaned back in his chair as he listened to the other person on the line. It was a typical busy day for him and the fact that he paid people to monitor his numerous projects didn’t stop him from getting involved personally. Sometimes you’d wonder why he bothered. He was speaking to his clearing agent at the Apapa sea port and as usual, illegal transactions were taking place.
“You’ve given me your word that custom will not intercept my container, bah?”
“Yes sir.” The voice responded. “As a matter of fact, they will have no clue what we are bringing into the country.” Chief laughed, his big stomach bobbing up and down behind the finely polished olive table.
“It’s alright. I will see you.” That was another way of saying, “payment is coming your way.”
Chief ended the call and smiled to himself. To the world, he was a prominent business man who imported furniture parts and put them together to be sold. Only few people really knew that his major source of income was by importing arms and ammunition and selling them to the same rebel groups he would go on TV to condemn. He began to invest his blood money in various companies just to cover up for his increasing wealth. To the world, he was a staunch Christian who did all he could to move the “ministry” forward, mostly financially. He had to turn down a title in church because it would have ruined his chance of picking up a chieftaincy title, one he now boldly displayed. But only few people knew that he had a fetish for taking advantage of small boys sexually. No one dared to come out and speak against him because of who he was. He was the type of man that could make a whole village disappear in the blink of an eye.
As he scrolled down the pedophilia website he had secretly joined, he began to feel a bulge in his pants. Little did he know people had been watching.
* * * *
Caleb sat in the well air conditioned reception. He locked eyes with the receptionist for the umpteenth time. He gave her a smile, which was getting weaker with each encounter. If only she knew how thrown off he was by the grand exposure of her ample bosom. He was tempted to take off his jacket and cover her up but she could end up trying to seduce him in the process. He shook his head and patted the hidden pocket in his suit to be sure the message he brought was still there. He was nervous. This was going to be a tough one but it had to be done. He had no idea why he had been chosen when there were bigger guys in the game. “It’s your chance to do something big for the organization.” the boss had said. He looked at the two huge security agents standing by the double doors to the office and cleaned the perspiration off his forehead. He was beginning to lose morale. I hope I survive this, he thought.

* * * *

Chief Edgar looked at his limited edition rose gold Rolex wristwatch. He had twenty minutes before going for a lunch meet. Then he recalled a certain gentleman had requested his presence and had termed it urgent. He picked up his intercom.
“Hello sir.” He loved to hear the voice of his receptionist. If not that he didn’t mix business with pleasure, he would have…
“Yes, that young man, is he still there? ”
“Yes sir.”
“And he still hasn’t told you why he is here? ”
“No sir.”
He paused.
“Alright. Send him in.”

* * * *

“You can go in. ”
Calen sighed in relief and thanked her. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest. If this deal went wrong, that was it for his company. Everybody was going down. He tried to smile at the two gentlemen but the scowl on their faces was enough to turn a man to stone. He swallowed the lump in his throat and gently pushed the double doors.

* * * *

“Ah… You are the one looking for me. ”
“Yes sir.” Caleb replied, hoping Chief didn’t notice his nervousness by the crack in his voice.
He sat and with shaky hands brought out the tiny black box in his pocket. Chief didn’t take a look at it instead he kept his gaze on him. Caleb was beginning to get uncomfortable. He had heard rumours that Chief Edgar “liked” Little boys and did nasty things to them. He hoped the old man wasn’t thinking that way with him. He cleared his throat and Chief snapped back to reality.
“So erm,… ” He pointed at the black box.
“Well, sir I called you a while ago and told you about a device that can make your business transactions go smoother with little or… ”
Chief cut in. “Oh… That was you. Impressive. So how does it work?”
“I have to stand next to you to show you sir.”
Chief Edgar smiled. He liked the idea of a young body next to his. He wanted to catch a closer whiff of the scent that had been drifting into his nose since the young man walked in.
Caleb picked up the box and walked over to the other side of the table. He opened the box to reveal a tiny injection containing a green liquid.
“But how does this… ”
In a swift and accurate move, Caleb picked up the needle and jabbed Chief Edgar in the neck. He covered the old man’s mouth with his hand in order to muffle his choking sounds. When he was sure Chief was dead, he turned his seat towards the big windows with his back facing the entrance. He pulled out a tape recorder and began to play it, increasing the volume enough for someone outside the door to hear it. It was a phone conversation between Chief and another person that had been recorded. Caleb knew that by the time the recording played out and the big wolves begin to suspect something, he would be long gone.

* * * *

As Caleb stepped out of the office, he had a huge smile on his face.
“How did it go?” The big breasted receptionist asked.
“As I expected it would.”
She gave him thumbs up. “Congratulations.” She slid a paper to him, containing her contact. “Call me” She mouthed. Caleb smiled. He was tempted to cup her face and tell her, “in few minutes, this would be the least of your worries”.
“Oh, Chief doesn’t want to be disturbed. He’s on a very important call.”

* * * *
As he stood in the elevator, watching the doors close, he took one last look at the operating ground of the tyrant known as Chief Edgar The head of the snake had been cut off. It was time to move in for the kill.

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