Mr. Hamilton's POV
I growled in anger and turned off the television. That little mite called Aisha Ade just placed herself on my hit list.
I am not going to take this. She just issued a press conference that ruined everything. Now I would have to do the last resort. Everything is getting pretty hot already.
"Boss, the judge is on the phone." My trusted guard, Damian, handed me the phone.
"Hello."
"Sir, I am sorry, I would have to give you back the money you gave me." His voice shook in fear. He is aware of how dangerous I am.
"Why? Is it not enough? I can triple it if you want."
"No! No, it's more than enough but the evidence is glaring already and I just got a call from the godfather's table. I must make sure your son gets imprisoned. I can help out by reducing his sentence to something insignificant."
"You didn't think to inform me about this until this morning, that is the hearing?"
