4. Angela

The woman who was looking at the sweating man from one end of the table was cold as ice. Her eyes did not look amused in the least to match the amused smile playing on her lips. She was looking at the man how someone might stare at an animal in a zoo. At first glance the woman did not look intimidating. She was five foot five, curvy in all the right places, chocolate brown skin and dressed like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine all in red. But her black eyes were ice cold. Angela Anjala was a woman everyone knew not to trifle with, she was loved and hated at the same time. The man was sweating bullets with every minute that passed and the woman did not speak a word instead she stared at him with no emotion displayed on her beautiful face. His hand had already started to tremble and his nervousness was at an all high. He glanced around rapidly at the five bodyguards who stood around the room almost nonchalantly but there was nothing nonchalant about their positions. "Brian, Brian, Brian," Angela finally spoke and leaned forward on the table. "I have very few rules when I conduct business. One, deliver the merchandise on time and in good condition. Two, pay on time in the amount agreed. Three, rules one and two are absolute. Your boss already knows this and yet he sent you to this meeting to disappoint me." Brian's face paled and he looked at the woman who stood next to Angela holding a tablet in her hands. She was at least five foot seven, dark brown skin, wearing glasses and looking as meticulous as her boss. Stacey Asenwa people knew her as Angela's personal assistant and loyal to her to a fault. She also doubled as Angela's bodyguard. Beneath that flawless expensive designer suit she wore there was a gun and the woman could use it according to rumours. "You were warned the minute you walked through those doors that in my world a messenger is just as liable as the person he delivers the message for." Angela stood slowly and without further ado she walked out of the room followed closely by Stacey. The echo of a gun firing was heard in the building but she didn't even flinch. "You have a lunch appointment with the Mombasa governor," Stacey informed her as they exited the building and into the waiting car.

"Send Mr. Billiard Kyalo my disappointment and as for the governor inform him I will be a little late for the appointment," Angela said looking out of the window as the vehicle pulled away. Angela lacked for nothing not at that moment of her life or since she was a child. Her father had been a billionaire who had founded highly successful companies when he was young that now were worth billions. After his death he had left everything to his only estranged daughter including a gift that she appreciated more than all the wealth combined. But what she craved now more than anything was absolute power and the only way to obtain such an astounding amount of power was the presidential seat. She had the money but she did not want to seat on the said seat she just wanted to control it. With her money and power, she was planning to play the role of kingmaker until her dreams were realised.

"We have a problem," Stacey said softly and Angela turned to look at her sharply because her tone of voice was worried. "Your husband was seen entering the Airport view hotel on Mombasa road. Someone from the hotel called the media. Reporters are on their way there now." Angela closed her eyes just for a few seconds as she felt something inside her break. It was no longer painful. Somehow, she had become tolerant of the pain and now it was just a part of her. "Send an extraction team comprised of our best guards. This time let us use a double to avoid the media," Angela said and Stacey started making the necessary calls. "Eliminate the man who identified him and called the media," she said as an afterthought as her eyes drifted to the passing buildings. She was tired, so very tired of her husband's indiscretion. He was not only the Nairobi Governor but was planning on running for presidency with her support and money behind him. But that man knew where exactly to push to ensure maximum pain has been delivered. Her marriage was like world war III with only a few lapses of peace where they only agreed on one thing and that was state house was the destination but with very different motivations.