(Part Two)

Uncle Musa walked into his room still fuming, when suddenly his phone rang. He pulled it out and saw the name Chief flashing on the screen. He frowned deeply before answering.

“Hello, Chief… what is it? Why are you calling me right now?” he asked sharply.

Chief’s voice came through, trembling: “Musa, they’ve warned me again. If you don’t do something to calm the situation, you’ll regret it. The men who came threatened me so badly I almost collapsed. Please, Musa, find a way to fix this before it ruins both of us. And if you still want me to continue helping you, then get ready to come to Abuja immediately. Because this matter won’t rest—it will follow us both.”

Musa clenched his jaw, his anger burning. “Listen, Chief. I don’t take threats from anyone. And if you know what’s good for you, don’t you dare ever threaten me again with these stories. I know you’re the one behind all of this, because you want to use me for your selfish gain. So let me tell you now—don’t ever bring me nonsense again. If you don’t want to end up regretting, stay away from me!”

He cut the call abruptly, throwing the phone on the bed. His heart was pounding, but he tried to mask his fear with anger.

Meanwhile, far away in Abuja, Chief sat trembling in his office, sweat dripping down his temples. He dialed another number quickly.

When the call connected, he spoke in a shaky voice: “Ummi, I want to see you immediately. This issue has gone out of hand. If you don’t agree to what I’ve asked of you, then I’ll have no choice but to expose everything you’ve done.”

There was silence on the line, then Ummi’s calm but firm voice answered: “Chief, don’t try me. You know I’m not afraid of anyone—not even you. If you want to destroy yourself, then go ahead and expose me. But I promise you this—if you try it, I’ll make sure you fall harder than me. Do you understand?”

Her words pierced through him like a dagger. He bit his lip, realizing she wasn’t bluffing. For a moment he couldn’t breathe.

Ummi ended the call, leaving him restless and full of regret. He realized too late that she was far stronger than he thought.

Chief sank into his chair, holding his head with both hands, whispering to himself: “Ya Allah, what have I gotten myself into…”