Marrying the son of Asraf 2

🌸Twenty ~6🌸

Faruq made his arrangement with Ibrahim, a formal one at the dairy's cafe! It wasn't so far from his office and since their coffee and dessert were delicious. He thought maybe bringing Ibrahim there would be a good idea and it was after all.

He had talked to Peter Jones concerning the Email and that he would be confronting Ibrahim and ask him why he chose to seek from them. "Report to me when you are done!" Peter said.

"Of course sir, i would do just that!" And the call ended.

Ibrahim had arrived fifteen minutes after Faruq arrived, their table was set with two cups of cafe latte and each with a piece of vanilla sponge cake.

"Assalamualaikum!" Ibrahim greeted, as they shook hands. "Wa'alaikum Salaam." Faruq answered, gesturing him to take a seat. He inhaled sharply before sitting down.

Faruq admired him as if he was sitting right before Khalil. "You two didn't miss a touch!" Faruq compliment.

Ibrahim smiled. "I know right, we often get that compliment. We are more like brothers from the same mother than cousins from different parents!" He said.

"I see... Anyways, let's get to business concerning the subject matter of your mail. First and foremost! Is there something triggering that you didn't want to happen by sending it behind everyone's back, even though you are the present CEO?" He asked and Ibrahim kept quiet. It is true he did it without the consent of anyone, and if either khalil or faisal finds out about this, things are going to get messy. But whatever the risk may be, he would take it at all cost.

"Yes!" He answered, firmly. "I sent it in order to get something done. The company is low in insurance and we are lacking so much, no exhibition, no collaboration and no new products and..."

"May I ask why there is so much shortage? It doesn't sound like is merely going bankrupt. Perhaps something bizarre is going on in the company? Why would you give up your CEO all of a sudden without the real CEO even spending this long on the seat?" Faruq asked, trying to clear his doubt.

Ibrahim stared at him, wondering how he was going to go about it. Should he tell him it all started from Summayyah's father as the prime suspect of Arif or should he tell him about Maryam going to get revenge on Khalil.

He shut his eyes synchronising everything in his head.

This doesn't make any sense!

"Is everything already, Mr Asraf?"

He nodded. "Everything is alright. You see, He passed on the CEO position to me a year ago. By October it will be one year. The company went bankrupt because someone was giving out intel on our company, even though we did borrow from different organisations, we happened to pay them off before the time was due. But somehow, there was a robbery in the bank from one of the higher ups and it was suspected that Mr Bello..." He stopped.

Their eyes met but Faruq stared at him paying careful attention to what he had to say, sipping his latte two, three times. Ibrahim continues.

"...Somehow, it was found during the search that he indeed had some connection with some guy known to be. Derrick Wilson!"

Faruq's eyes widened at the mention of the name. It was familiar and somehow he heard some people talk about him way back in the company.

He is the top fraudster in Nigeria and although he doesn't stay in Nigeria, no one has ever seen his face or talked to him via voice. It's always through chats or other means of communication.

He is a high wanted criminal, why would her father work with someone like him?
He thought.

"This Derick? What was the Chat all about?" He questioned, trying to fix the puzzle in his head.