His Security Detail

prologue

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Ryan

This isn't the first time I have been attack. Several attempts have been made on my life. Of course I have a long list of enemies
Some with good reasons and others with no reason at all..

A month ago, a car crashed into my car killing my driver instantly. Fortunately I wasn't in the car. The second time, some sniper almost got me at my pent house...a close one...Attempts on your life is just one of the many things that comes with the package of being rich and powerful...

In this recent attack, the head of my security unfortunately took the hit ...damn..a bullet that was meant for me ..he died instantly. It was a clean shot...too bad an innocent man had to die... Henry was a good man with a wife and two nice kids...it was too disheartening to look at his wife and kids at the funeral...it won't even be enough just to have my company committed to that family for life...

Money doesn't bring back the dead . Does it?

"Mr Ryan..sir please your 11:30 appointment is here." Beatrice the executive secretary to Ryan Anderson announced through the intercom drawing him out of his thoughts.

Ryan looked up from the document he was reading and exhaled in annoyance.
"Let the gentleman wait for 15 minutes. Am not done here. ..inform all heads of departments that there is a meeting at 4:00 prompt..an emergency meeting in my office...cancel my lunch appointment​ too."

"But sir..."

Ryan put his pen down and said calmly
"Is there anything you have to say?"
He could hear her fidgeting in the background
"No sir ..your orders will be followed."

Ryan turned the intercom off. He needed some time to think. So bad he had to close this deal just at this bad time. Maybe a month vacation will help clear his mind. After all, is not everyday you find someone wants you dead.

He turned to the window and looked at the view...New York doesn't share his worries...

Serene

The airport was crowded, all the more reason for me to hate it at this moment. I turned on my phone, read the new messages and emails and put the phone back in my pocket. Finally the person I was looking for. I followed him out of the airport, kept my distance and watched him closely. He got into a cab and got back out a minute later with a a black backpack .

I took out my phone and dialled Phoebe's number.
"Hey I got him, call the police. Get his location from the GPS I placed in his pocket....bye"

I got back into the airport ...I could hear the sirens ...I couldn't​ prevent the smile that crept on my face....I exhaled and relaxed and handed my ticket to the smiling lady...

Hope New York will be as successful as all my other cases.