Marrying the son of Asraf 2

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"Do you really want to go that far? You don't need to do all of this just to bring Khalil down. You've done enough, and that should be okay!" Malik said, his voice laced with concern.

But Maryam wasn't listening. Her grip on the phone tightened.

"Do as I say, or else!" she snapped.

Malik sighed heavily. "You both know this isn't necessary, right?"

"Why do you care? Just do what you're asked to do!" she hissed and ended the call.

Maryam had been restless ever since Aisha told her the truth. She hadn't even gone to the office cause her anxiety kept her paralyzed, and she despised that feeling of fear clawing at her.

"This is bullshit," she muttered under her breath, running a shaky hand through her hair.

At exactly 5:00 PM, Summayyah had called for a meeting near the brothel. They had all gathered, including Khalil, but instead of going inside, they sat in a restaurant nearby. The idea of walking into a brothel, a prostitution house hidden deep in the ghettos of Abuja was daunting.

Summayyah was taken aback. For all the years she had lived in the states, she had never known such a place existed outside of what she had seen on TV.

Seated around the table, they each ordered only soft drinks before Arif cleared his throat and leaned forward.

"As you all know, I found Drickson, and we traced him here," Arif began, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "I used our research team, some cyber-literates, and made countless calls. It wasn't easy, but I enjoyed the challenge."

Faisal let out a tired sigh, rubbing his forehead as if he was lost in the midst of it all. "A brothel, though? For what reason?"

"He might be there for that reason," Arif said with a smirk. "Or maybe not."

"Or that may be where he hides his dirty work," Summayyah mused aloud.

The group fell silent, watching her as she thought deeply. Her gaze was fixed on nothing in particular, but they could tell she was calculating something.

"I'll go in, then," she suddenly declared.

Faisal, Khalil, and Ibrahim were dumbfounded.

"For what reason? You're a lady," Ibrahim stated firmly.

"And that's exactly why I should go," she argued, her expression unwavering.

"That doesn't justify it," Khalil interjected. "What about your dignity? Your image? Your respect? It will all be ruined the moment you step in there. And don't act like you don't care when people talk bad about you."

The way he was taking it so seriously confused the others. But even as they understood his concern, they also knew Summayyah wasn't the type to be easily swayed.

She sighed, tilting her head slightly. "Then what difference does it make if you go instead?"

"Because we're guys? We'll get what we want without raising suspicions," Faisal reasoned.

She scoffed. "Because we're guys? And you think I won't get what I want?"

"You are a lady," Faisal emphasized, but his words only fueled her annoyance. She was about to argue when Arif interfered.

"Oh, please! Both of you, stop making this about gender. None of us should go in. Be it a guy or a girl, we should send someone else in," he suggested.

"And who do you suggest?" Khalil asked.

"Katrina?" Faisal offered.

Ibrahim raised a questioning brow. "Katrina?"

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