Zaydan Holding
Chairman’s Office
Abuja, Nigeria
Chief Badmus: Uhmmm… please, have a seat.
Sofiyah: (sits gracefully) Thank you… uhmm, sir, I actually came here to lay a complaint. It’s about my marriage with your son. Everything was going according to plan, but a member of the family suddenly decided to seduce him and take my rightful place. I am devastated right now.
(Chief Badmus adjusts himself in his chair, confusion slowly appearing on his face.)
Chief Badmus: Uhmmm… (clears throat) Sorry, milady, but I’m still confused. What did you say your name was again?
Sofiyah: Sofiyah, sir.
Chief Badmus: Then who is Hannah?!
Sofiyah: Long story… but she is just a member of the family. She’s doing all this just to get back at me. Please… I am the real bride to be, not her.
(Chief Badmus leans back heavily, rubbing his jaw in deep confusion.)
Chief Badmus: This is really strange…
(Suddenly, the office door swings open.)
(Ridwan walks in hurriedly with his tablet in hand, clearly disturbed.)
Ridwan: Dad! I just saw the news. Mr. Richard is—
(He suddenly stops after noticing a white lady seated in the office.)
Ridwan: You again? What are you doing— (steps closer, squinting slightly) Wait…
Chief Badmus: Exactly! I’m just as confused as you are. She said her name is Sofiyah… Hannah’s relative.
Sofiyah: Actually… I’m the real one in that position within the family. Hannah is the relative.
Ridwan: (barely interested) Anyways, Dad, how are we going to seal the deal with the franchise project at hand now? Who could have done this?
Chief Badmus: I don’t know, son…
(Ridwan walks toward him and places the tablet on the desk.)
Ridwan: Look at where we are. We are almost done with everything.
(Sofiyah watches them closely.)
(Her expression slowly changes when she realizes neither of them is truly paying attention to her presence anymore.)
Sofiyah: Uhmmm… (clears throat softly)
(Neither of them notices.)
(She forces an awkward smile before standing.)
Sofiyah: Uhmmm… I should probably get going now. I can see you two are busy.
Chief Badmus: Ohhh! We are so sorry. We just lost someone important to our group. This conversation should actually be between you and him. (points at Ridwan)
Ridwan: What do you mean me?
Chief Badmus: She is here for you… to take her rightful place.
Ridwan: (stares at him in disbelief) I don’t get it. Am I a throne or something?
(Chief Badmus sighs deeply.)
Ridwan: You know what? I think I should excuse you two. See you later, Dad. (turns and walks out)
Sofiyah: Mr… Mr… please wait!
Chief Badmus: (raises an eyebrow strangely) You don’t even know his name?
Sofiyah: (embarrassed) Uhmmm… you know, it’s difficult to pronounce.
(Chief Badmus stares at her suspiciously while she forces another nervous smile.)
United States
Alabama
20th Floor, Skyscraper Building
(The office is modern and breathtaking, surrounded by massive glass windows overlooking the glowing city lights of Alabama at night. Expensive computers and advanced digital equipment fill the room.)
(The elevator doors slide open.)
(Hannah walks out confidently in a fitted black outfit that highlights elegance and quiet power.)
(She pushes open the office door.)
Hannah: Hello, handsome.
George: (instantly smiles and gets up to hug her) Hey, beautiful. Awwnn… you always look amazing.
Hannah: Oh, please… you look breathtaking yourself.
George: Please, have a seat. What brings you here today, gorgeous? (sits properly, giving her full attention)
Hannah: Please stop saying that.
(She sits down, crossing her legs elegantly.)
Hannah: By the way… I actually came here because I need help. I know you’re one of the best decoders lately. I need you to break into an account for me.
(George’s smile slowly fades.)
George: Anything for you, baby… but I can’t do illegal work. This is strictly professional.
Hannah: Awwww… (gives him innocent eyes) Even for me?
George: Come on, Shelly… you know I wouldn’t hide anything from you. I can’t do that. I work for a company now, and every action I take must be legal and approved by them. I don’t want to end up in jail.
Hannah: They won’t know. You’re a hacker. Just break into the account for five minutes so I can do what I need to do, then return everything back to normal… please, George.
(She leans closer slightly.)
Hannah: You promised you’d always show up for me whenever I needed help. Not even as the best friend of my late ex boyfriend?
George: Awww, come on… do you really have to remind me of that?
(He sighs deeply before standing up.)
George: Listen to me carefully, okay? I really want to help you… and I can only take that risk on one condition.
Hannah: Just say it already. (anxious)
(George rolls up the sleeves of his shirt slowly before sitting on the edge of the desk directly in front of her.)
George: You know I’ve been trying to tell you the same thing over and over again, baby. Just agree to be my girlfriend… and I’m all yours. Completely yours.
(Hannah’s expression immediately hardens.)
(She grabs her handbag and stands.)
Hannah: You know what? I made a mistake coming here.
George: Wait! Why are you doing this to me?
(He quickly grabs her waist before she can walk away.)
George: You know I was so happy to see you today. I swear I’ll do anything just to have you, baby. Just be mine and all your problems are solved.
(He slowly tries leaning toward her lips.)
(Hannah immediately pushes him away with disgust.)
Hannah: I thought you were different.
(She carries her bag and storms toward the door.)
George: I am! I promise! Hannah, come on! Just give me one chance to prove my love to you!
(Hannah ignores him and exits.)
George: Hannah! Hannah Montana!
(He suddenly bursts into laughter once she disappears.)
George: You expect me to do your dirty work without getting something in return? You don’t know how dangerous this world is.
(He calmly returns to his seat.)
George: Uhmm… where was I?
Nigeria, Abuja
Zaydan Holding
(Omotosho sits alone in his office, the room dimly lit except for the glow from his phone screen.)
(His expression is deadly serious as he carefully opens a secured application.)
(A secret code appears on the screen.)
Omotosho: (focused intensely)
(He inserts the code carefully and waits.)
“ACCESS DENIED.”
(His brows tighten.)
(He tries again.)
“ACCESS DENIED.”
(Again.)
“ACCESS DENIED.”
(Just then, the office door suddenly bursts open.)
Omotosho: Don’t you ever barge into my office like that! (without even looking up)
Shola: I’m sorry, sir… you know I have my reasons for doing that.
Omotosho: Speak and leave.
Shola: At least look at me first. (poses slightly, adjusting her figure) Baby…
Omotosho: Hmmmmm…
(His attention remains fully on the phone.)
(He enters another code.)
“ACCESS DENIED.”
(His breathing suddenly changes.)
Shola: Come on, baby… I also came to tell you that I need some—
(She reaches toward his chest.)
(Suddenly, Omotosho slams his fist violently against the table.)
Omotosho: SHIT!!!
(Shola jumps in fear.)
Omotosho: (roars angrily) This son of a— gosh!
(He rises aggressively to his feet.)
Omotosho: Hey! Get out now before I shoot you because I’m boiling right now! LEAVE!!!
Shola: (terrified, immediately runs out)
Omotosho: SHIT!!! All for nothing! SHIT!
(He kicks his chair violently across the office.)
(He removes his jacket furiously and throws it on the floor.)
(His chest rises heavily as rage completely consumes him.)
(A few seconds later, Shola mistakenly rushes back in again.)
(The moment Omotosho sees her, something dark flashes across his face.)
(He storms toward her, grabs her by the throat, and pins her aggressively.)
Omotosho: I thought I told you to stay out of my sight!
(Shola gasps desperately for air, struggling against him.)
Omotosho: Just because you are my whore doesn’t mean I can’t kill you!
Shola: (choking) Pl… please…
(Suddenly, another voice interrupts.)
Secretary: (entering abruptly) Sir… your police friend is here to see you.
(Omotosho freezes.)
(His breathing slowly steadies.)
(He lets go of Shola immediately.)
(She falls to the ground coughing heavily.)
Omotosho: Get out… and don’t ever come back.
(Shola hurriedly grabs her bag and rushes out in fear.)
(The secretary watches silently, slightly disturbed.)
Secretary: (awkward chuckle)
(Omotosho calmly picks up his suit jacket and returns to his chair as though nothing happened.)
Omotosho: Let him in.
Secretary: Okay, sir. (exits the office)
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