JANET D' JANITOR

"You think you can just stroll in and pull him down?" David's voice cut through the silence, a mix of doubt and fear lacing his tone. Janet didn't look up, her focus never wavering from the task. "David, I'm sure about this. I know it like I know the cause of Dad's death" she teethed with anger as she grabbed the revolver. "He's not just some two-bit crook, Janet. Otunba Williams is a fortress." David cautioned—his left hand in his pocket and his right hand on the door frame. "Then consider me a siege engine," she said with a deep firm voice, her eyes filled with determination. The room fell silent again, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. David knew better than to argue when that look crossed his sister's face. He pushed off from the doorframe and took a step inside. "What's your next move? what's your game plan?" he asked, with a mild tone, like a whisper. Janet set the revolver down and unfolded a map of Otunba's corporate headquarters across the table. "It starts with getting inside—undetected, unseen, like a shadow," she said, her finger tracing a route through the service corridors. "And ends with?" "With justice," Janet said, her voice hard as the steel of the gun barrel. "With Otunba Williams paying for what he did to our father." David nodded, the pieces falling into place. "When do we start?" Janet folded the map, her lips curving into a smile that did not reach her eyes. "Tomorrow. At dawn." David sighed, as his hand ran through his hair. "I know your mind is made up Janet. but you need to rethink this. Otunba Williams is not a man to mess with. he has eyes everywhere. One wrong move and—" "And nothing," Janet interrupted, her voice firm. "We've been planning this for months. We know his routines and his weaknesses. This is our best shot." David looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Just be careful. I just don't want to lose you too." Janet's expression softened for a moment. "You won't, David. I can assure you that we are in this together." Meanwhile, at Otunba Williams' Office Behind his large executive mahogany desk, Otunba sat on a luxurious chair. The scent of fine leather and polished wood filled the atmosphere, as the city lights of Lagos passed through the window that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. His office stood in stark contrast to Janet's humble abode- cold, imposing, and expensive. "Mr. Williams, the deal with the foreign investors has been finalized," his assistant, Tunde, reported, standing nervously at the edge of the room. ​ Otunba continued signing the documents. "Good. Make sure the funds are transferred immediately. No delays." Tunde hesitated, then spoke again. "Sir, there have been some... concerns about the methods we're using. Some of the board members are uneasy." Otunba's pen paused mid-signature. He looked up, his eyes cold and calculating. "Concerns? Uneasy?" He stood up, towering over Tunde. "Remind them who built this empire. Remind them what happens to those who stand in my way." Tunde swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "Yes, Sir! I'll take care of it." Otunba sat back down, dismissing Tunde with a wave of his hand. As the door closed behind his assistant, Otunba's gaze turned to the window. He wore a smile on his face, yet his eyes emitted a ruthless glint. “No one challenges Otunba Williams and lives to tell the tale." --- Back in the dimly lit room, Janet and David continued their preparations. Janet packed a small bag with essentials—tools, a flashlight, and personal items. She went mute as she stared at a photograph of her late father, his eyes fixed on hers. Janet softly asked, "Can you recall what he used to say?" David looked up from his preparations. "Integrity is the soul of a man." Janet nodded, her eyes misting over. "He lived by those words. And Otunba took everything from him because of it." David walked over, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We'll make him pay, Janet. For everything." Janet, still looking at the horizon, locked Davis's hand in hers as she affirmed with a smile, "Together," "David, do you hear that?" Janet whispered, her eyes narrowing as she peered out the window. David moved closer, straining to listen. "What is it?" Janet's heart pounded as she recognized the sound. "Footsteps. Someone's coming." David's eyes widened. "Who could it be at this hour?" Janet grabbed the revolver, her grip tightening. "Only one way to find out..."