The tears that cascaded down Debby’s face was not of shame or remorse, but of anger at being betrayed, pains of missing Tony, and ironically determination to pull lots of people down.

She wiped her dry, mumbled an apology to her guests, scribbled an email address and password on the writing pad before hers, and passed it over to the renowned investigative reporter cum activist.

Oyewo after reading the content looked back at her puzzled. He had provided her with sheets and pen for what he thought would be a lengthy exposé, and was surprised with the few words she wrote. He glanced back at her lawyer who brought him to her, but he seemed lost as well.
Debby smiled wryly, and cleared her throat before speaking.

“That information in your hand has only been seen by two sets of eyes, yours will be the third and I’m sure you’ll know what to do with the contents of the emails when you see it.”

Moments later after Messrs Oyewo and her lawyer had left, and she back in the cell, she pondered about her meteoric rise and fall. Like a film running in slow motion before her eyes, the images gradually zooming into focus till it was crystal clear, she remembered how everything started.

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