Mr. Odusote luxuriated in the soft leather of his tall black executive-style chair. He spun himself away from the desk and toward the window of his fifth floor office. They were housed in one of the state liaison buildings lining Ahmadu Bello Way, and so he watched the morning traffic snake alongside the beach. He still couldn‘t believe how things had worked out. He recalled how last year he tagged behind Edward Bestman for the longest time, taking all those brush-offs. Maybe if Edward had listened then and gone into business with him he wouldn‘t be facing a takeover bid. Mr. Odusote laughed; it was nice to be in the driving seat for a change.

He stood up when Chief Okrika walked in. “Good morning.”

“Morning Mr. Odusote, how are things?”

Mr. Odusote joined him at the coffee table in a corner of the large room. He waited while the older man settled himself on a nearby couch before he spoke.

“Everything has been going as planned. My person called me last night to confirm that Edward Bestman is back in the country and knows about the takeover bid. He‘s very angry about it.”

Chief Okrika laughed. “I‘m not in the business of making Edward happy. You never told me who your informant is?”

“I really don‘t think you need to know…”