The Sponsor

Fred

At any given time Fred did not lack two women in his office. One fanning her with a big feathery thingamajig and another one feeding her fruits. He had also taken to his own dress code wearing leopard skin that only covered his groin. He believed himself a monarch sometimes Kitana passed by his office and wondered who the crazy one, Fred and his leopard skin or him for entertaining it?

He did not talk to Kitana directly, he did it through his secretary, an equally seductive woman who had a thing for short skirts and loose morals but even looser was her tongue which was always moving.

He had seen other people entering the office, people of a questionable character. Josh and his bandits. Kitana felt it was all going downhill too fast.

Instead of snorting the crack. Fred now injected it in his veins. He was high most of the time and when he was not he was using company's money and time to do or buy something ridiculous. In his latest shopping spree he had bought a giraffe that lingered outside Ajabu Digital. When asked he said it was good for morale and inspiration.

His mother was digging another hole of her own. He had just opened a tattoo shop and a gym for her freeloader in-between drinking expensive bottles of wine. All she seemed to do lately was pump money into businesses that brought nothing in return.

Kitana looked at them and marveled, 'How long did they think they would keep up with this before the company went belly up. They had a window of maybe three months, six if they stretched it.'

He pinned his hopes on detective Rico. One thing was certain, they were also oblivious to their past. 'It was all buried behind them they must be thinking but what is buried can be unravaled by someone with a shovel, ' Kitana mused amid a painful migraine as music blared in the next office.