If you missed out on the last chapter you can find it here, Rule Of Law Chapter 3. I hope you enjoy the read.
As she gently lied down to sleep, Yeolanda couldn’t help but feel the walls of her room closing in. The space kept getting less and less and her lungs couldn’t expand. She tried closing her eyes but the moving walls were only replaced by bullet wounds, blood and broken glass. She tried crying but her eyes were struck by a drought. All that was possible was to try and imagine this nightmare wasn’t real. But no reprieve came and it remained the same until sunlight began creeping through the crevices of the curtains.
Her mind ran a mile a minute, it was all over and nowhere in the same moment. The only constant thought was that she had to call Vincent. Both to let him know she was alright to get him to help get to the bottom of things.
Footsteps could finally be heard, trickling water and the crackling of bacon on a hot pan. This was accompanied by a delicious aroma and Yeolanda suddenly realized she was really hungry. Conversation arose from nowhere and she got ready for breakfast. After finishing dressing she put on a false facade of contentment and headed out. Only eager to get her hands on a laptop and a phone.
“Good morning’s,” were exchanged in a rather dry atmosphere. People seemed to have just picked up where they had left things off at dinner the previous night. The clanking of cutlery echoed throughout the room. As she noticed her father finishing up, Yeolanda took her opportunity to speak.
“Yes darling what’s up?” He replied.
“I was wondering if I could get a phone to use and a laptop.”
“I’m sure your brothers can help you out but they are certain things you can’t do…” She wanted to retort but he cut her off. “No social media, no calling people not cleared by my security team and no contacting your business.”
She wanted to argue but she thought better, she was sure she could drain enough information from her brothers. The little remains of her breakfast, she devoured in a single bite and rose up just in time to walk with her brothers into the kitchen. They quietly put their plates in the sink and went into the lounge.
“Lemme get you that phone and my laptop,” Prince said as he went up the steps to the bedrooms. He was the oldest in the family and also the most quiet.
“Cool,” Yeolanda replied as she faced Dennis. The black sheep in the family. The one who had always needed his messes constantly cleaned up by their father. Everyone saw him as kind of a spoiled brat.
“So what the fuck is going on D?” Yeolanda asked when they were alone.
“Your father is a GANGSTA!” he said as he made common hip hop signs with his hands. Yeolanda kept staring with a stern face and he burst into laughter.
“Can you be serious for a second?”
“I’m as serious as a heart attack, just ask mum.”
The conversation died out as Prince tossed a phone to Yeolanda and handed her the laptop. She couldn’t risk her two brothers noticing her google searches or overhearing her conversation with Vincent so she got up to leave the room.
“A girl needs her privacy she shouted behind her!”
The leather chair squeaked as Brian adjusted his position and put his feet on top of his desk while interlacing his fingers behind his head. He was already picturing his inauguration ceremony and looking forward to having Mr President before his name. He had however grown tired of the continuous speeches, interviews and arguments with reporters. He was leading by an unassailable margin in the opinion polls and only the voting was left to seal the deal. He had one tiny problem however. A problem that could toss the presidency down the drain.
There was a loud knock on his door and he bellowed, “Come in.”
“Good morning sir,” said a young gentleman dressed in a bespoke suit. He was slightly out of breath and rivulets of sweat were forming on his forehead.
“Good morning Gregory.”
“Well sir they’re some new developments.”
“Go on then.”
“Five bodies were found in the burnt down house but… Yeolanda escaped our assassin at the law firm. So we don’t… or rather we can’t confirm the identities of the deceased.”
“If Chindera didn’t die then those files better have been destroyed.”
“Don’t disappoint me Greg, or else it’s you who I’ll be dealing with personally.”
“I won’t sir.”
“You better hear what talk within the region is saying, if he’s out of the country I want to know by middady!”
The morning papers ran with various headlines;
“Chindera family feared dead in monster blaze”
“Prominent family feared dead in fire”
“A blaze at sunset”
But there was a smart tabloid that ran with a different cover story. Vincent had been interviewed by this paper and had given as much detail as he could about the events. The shooting at Mutenda’s law offices was centre stage in its headline. In his attempts to deal with encountering Terrence’s carcass and seeing her friend kidnapped before his very eyes, Vincent was hit with the news that Yeolanda had perished in a house fire. To say the least he was distraught.
So as mid morning approached, Vincent was still in his pajamas sipping from a coffee mug full of whiskey. He was still trying to piece together what the hell had just happened and in that moment his phone rang. He identified the call to be coming from Namibia, which was weird because he didn’t know anyone there. But he still answered.
“Hello Vincent,” Yeolanda said and instantly Vincent recognized the voice, it was unmistakable. His heart just went still for a moment and he was flooded with emotions.
“YEOLANDAAA…” He shouted into the phone and near ear bursting volume…
Miles away at a cubicle in the same building as Brian Katsande, a young woman took off her headphones, stood up then shouted, “She’s alive, she just called Vincent.”