"Why are you beating him like that?" Emma shouted from the gate as her voice cut with outrage and desperation across the compound, struggling on her feet towards the scene, eyes fixed at the bruising of Williams' form, rising with every step.
As she drew closer, the officials of the Corporate Affairs Commission turned around, their faces showing a kaleidoscopic display of surprise, irritation, and wonder; their looks a testimony to their stopped machinations.
"How can we help you, ma'am?" one of them asked, his voice oozing with sarcasm and a feeling of his importance as if Emma's intrusion was an unsolicited interference into their self-constituted affair.
"I am Emma," she said while her voice was steady and sure, she was a tempest storming inside.
"The fiancée of the company's owner,
