Chapter 9

“Sir, I’m sorry—” I cut her short, stretching my hand and pushing the red desk phone near her.

“Give him a call and tell him I’m here. Tell him it’s urgent. Tell him one Tio Abbey-Hart needs to see him urgently.”

“Sir, please, try to understand…” She’d barely finished her last sentence when a tall-looking brother, dark in complexion, walked up to the marble desk and asked what the problem was. I noticed Miss Aniefok seemed somewhat relieved, though I knew that wasn’t going to last. I thought of my athletic physique while I waited for him to finish.

“Young man, you are not welcome here. Besides, it’s closing time, so you better hit the road,” the security guard said and stared at me as if I was some piece of crap. He placed his left hand on my shoulder and tried to shove me away from the reception when all the skill and knowledge I possessed in martial arts kept runni