Chapter 7

Murtala Mohammed, Airport

Amara is dragging her suitcase on the wheels and carrying the suitcase computer Adam gave her as she entered the airport's waiting area.

Her phone rings and she kept her luggage beside one of the seats in the hall to answer the call.

"Hello Derek, I'm in the airport," she said as soon as she saw his name on the caller ID.

"Oh, he allowed you to travel?" Derek asked.

"He did, but he made me travel with this computer suitcase he gave me as a gift."

"Ugh, who still uses a computer suitcase? He should have given you a high end laptop."

"He said it's for secure briefings and it looks pretty much high end. I hope you don't mind me checking in an extra bag?"

"No not at all. I just booked you an Emirates executive charter; check the ticket I sent to your mail."

"Oh thank you so much b.... ooh what the hell?" She yelled as the Messenger shoves her and knocks the phone off her hand while he is in a hurry; he turned as he heard her shout.