Collins Drite strolls into the Ministry Of Finance to see his friend, Stephen Franz on a rather casual visit. They have been friends for years and share virtually everything except Franz's involvement with a major black deal worth over six billion dollars.
He stumbles upon a file while sitting in wait for Franz in his office as they had earlier planned to have a meeting in his office on some official matters. Sitting quietly, studying the file, he notices some irregularities in the numbers in the file. Franz walks in suddenly, laughing heartily at a joke a colleague of his just told him. Dropping the file hastily, Drite screams,
'Finally you are here'
'Yes...I am. Is everything okay?', he asks rather suspiciously. 'You seem tensed'.
'Of course everything is fine... Everything is fine', Drite says quickly. 'You just startled me. That's all'.
'Hmm...How did this get out?', he rhetorically questions, scrutinizing it for any tamperings. The atmosphere suddenly becomes rather awkward for Drite as he suddenly becomes very uncomfortable in the chair he sits in. He takes a look at his watch as if he is late for an event. He would usually pulled that stunt whenever he wanted to get out of an unfavorable situation but no one ever sees through it as indeed he is a hard-working man.
'I have to take my leave now. I have a lot to do today in my office. We are very busy this week. I just thought I should drop in and say hello before getting to my office.' Drite says trying to discharge himself.
'Alright,' Franz replies. He stretches out his hand and gives Drite a handshake, a bright smile that suggests 'Thank you for visiting, friend. I really appreciate it' stretches from cheek to cheek.
Drite fakes a smile. 'It's a pleasure and I am quite sorry I could not stay so long. It's just I have a whole lot to do today in my office'. Franz offers to see Drite out but Drite turns him down causing Franz to return to his chair behind his desk while Drite finds his way out of the office still very tensed and shocked that Franz could be involved in such an impure deal. He wishes he could do more than just sit around and watch Franz and his cohorts milk the ministry and indeed the entire government of billions of dollars.
Later at night, he returns from work, quickly has his shower, has his dinner with his family of six before climbing into bed for some rest. Despite trying so hard to catch some sleep, the thought of his bosom friend's involvement in the mega-fraud deal would not let him have the peace of mind that is required for sleep to take place.
'Do you know it is very wrong to see something like this and keep quiet about it. Posterity would judge you for it and you know it always comes down heavy in this case......Young man, you do not know the full story so keep out of it; you have no business there', he banters with himself inside tossing and turning on the bed like a fish outside water. 'Something must be done and fast.' He turns again and shuts his eyes to force himself on sleep.
The next morning, he wakes up looking very disgruntled as though he has just fought with someone right there in his bed. Taking a look in the bathroom mirror,
'You are the one to shut this down. They cannot continue to make a mockery of hardwork...'
He is still talking to himself when his wife, Theresa Drite walks into the bathroom. 'Is everything okay, Love?'
Theresa works with an Intelligence Agency. There is something about Drite's disposition since the previous night that seems off.
'Yes honey. I'm fine. It's just that....', he reneges on ratting his friend out. 'Never mind'
Theresa has a way of working the information out of Collins. It was part of the reason he had married her in the first place, that ability to see through a person's deception and detect a hidden truth. 'Come on, you know you can talk to me', Theresa pauses and stares straight into Drite's eyes as if the information she searches for is hidden somewhere in there.
'Alright, Alright', he breaks into a smile. 'You caught me. It is my friend'
'Collins...You know you have a lot of friends, right? Some of which I do not even know', she says with a playful smile and a kiss to his forehead. 'So you may have to be pretty more specific than this.'
'Well, I guess after this episode, I may be one short'
'What do you mean?' She asks really concerned. 'Is any of them ill or dying?'
'None of that, dear.' He wishes he did not have to tell on Stephen Franz but with the circumstances, his hands appear tied. 'It's Franz'
'Okay.... Franz I know but I am not sure why you are so worried about a man as successful as he is. I mean he seems to be doing pretty well for himself the same way you are, so pardon m if I don't see the problem'
'He is not who you think he is. There is more to him than meets the eye', Drite says.
'Hmm...Now this is interesting. More like what?', Theresa Drite asks as she sets aside her brush and leads Collins out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
'So I am not quite sure', Collins begins. 'I think Franz is involved in a big fraud situation'.
'How do you know this?' Theresa prods further in order to attain information enough to get Franz and his cohorts arrested for Fraud.
'Well, I visited his office today and while waiting for him, I stumbled on a file that had some really suspicious content in it'.
'Bank transactions running into billions which seem unaccounted for.'
'Ok, we are talking about a senior staff in the Ministry Of Finance here you know. Those transactions you saw, for all we know, could have been authorized for a government project'
'Listen, baby', Collins begins softly. 'I am no Forensic Accountant but something did not feel right in those files so I beg you to use your good office in the CIA to investigate the matter for the sake of this nation's economy'
'Fine', Theresa backs down with a smile. 'We will look into it. I have to get ready and run'.
Collins Drite while in his office received a call from the CIA summoning him for questioning at the Headquarters. The voice over the phone sounds rather authoritative as though they have concluded he is one of the criminal involved in the fraud. He follows the instructions and reports at the CIA headquarters for questioning. He has never been to the CIA headquarters regardless of the fact that his wife is a senior staff there but it turns out to be exactly how he imagined it would be. He is welcomed by agents in all black that he begins to imagine the CIA did probably lose someone the previous day or something, as he is escorted to a room, he mutters the word 'sorry' to virtually every agent he comes by, imagining they have taken the 'death of the personnel(s)' too personally that virtually the entire office is dressed in black.