CHAPTER 2

"Where did you go to?" Granny Mia asked Maryann as she came in through the window sweating and hyperventilating.

"The market"

"Stealing again?!" Granny Mia asked.

"Not really," Maryann said as she removed the clothes she wore out and put them in the washing machine

"Cops caught you?"

"If they did, I wouldn't be here talking to you" Maryann said as she started peeling the oranges.

"Gotten into trouble?"

"Not really"

"Then why do you look troubled?" Confused Granny Mia questioned further.

"Ehmmm….the thing is….." Maryann didn't want to tell her Granny that she had insulted an unknown man, because she knew that Gran would basically kill her for that. "See? I got you oranges, you gotta eat 'em real quick" She tried to shove the topic away.

"Oops!!! Oranges!!!" Granny Mia exclaimed in excitement, then she paused and looked at her granddaughter "Stolen?!"

"You see…..I….."

"If stolen, I won't eat them, return it to where you stole it from" Granny Mia said sharply without a second thought

"Fine. But I think I have gotten into trouble", Maryann said, as she sat on the floor ready to confess.

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Cyril Brown was so devastated to the point his mind couldn't relax.

The brunette thief had a nice shape, those curves, those rounded breasts hidden inside her crop top, brushed butt and the likes but fuck it, she was a thief.

Taking something that was not yours and without the owner's permission was something Cyril hated most in his life.

At thirty-three, he remembered when he was elected during his inauguration, he was interviewed about his love life and why he was still single till date to the public.

It made him feel really ashamed and, just because the pressure was getting worse from all angles, didn't make him go grab whoever, and just get married to them.

Don Flynn, his personal advisor, had given him the idea of entangling with a girl for the sake of public peace and for the sake of his people, because they really needed a first lady.

He never liked nor ever thought of agreeing to the idea because he loved to live a straight forward life.

How could he marry someone he didn't love to start with? Na. That was total bullshit.

He scampered round his office trying to think of a way to solve the issue.

He had given a law that anyone who stole from another would be in prison for five years and half a year.

He was trying to reminisce why he couldn't give an immediate order for the thief to be caught and put in prison.

Could it be he was attracted to her? Na. He would never get attracted to a thief.

He just felt he didn't want her to go to prison, and he knew if he let her go scott-free it would cause public uproar, and it would encourage more theft and partiality.

What should he do? She insulted him and so many people witnessed it, which he knew would make her case worse.

Why was his heart beating?

He was trying to think of a solution when he heard one of his bodyguards who guarded his office door day and night walk up to him and told him he had people waiting to see him.

Cyril nodded, giving the bodyguard the go-ahead to let them in.

He dropped the glass of champagne he was holding on the table, he sat at the head of the table.

His Personal Advisor, Don Flynn, His Personal Assistant, Bobby Harlow and one of the FBI agents who were present at the scene walked in

"Have a seat". Only his Personal Advisor and the FBI agent sat while his Personal Assistant stood behind him.

They bowed before sitting.

He knew why they were here, but he just decided to act foolishly.

"Any problems?" Cyril asked.

"Yes, Your Excellency", Don started. "We have a big issue to discuss," Don continued calmly.

"Okay…..?" Cyril said calmly.

Don began: "Your excellency, you have propounded a law that theft has to be prohibited and offenders tortured before being jailed for five years and half a year without trial…..the news of what happened at the market today has spread like wildfire and if you hadn't disguised yourself, the public would've caused an uproar tagging you as a biased president, we can't just turn a blind eye and let her get away with it"

"The President in the market is another issue…." Bobby added as he handed an Ipad to Cyril with an article about 'THE PRESIDENT IN DISGUISE IN THE MARKET', but Don cut him short.

"It has already circulated… They found out?" Don interjected.

Bobby nodded.

Cyril inhaled and exhaled "It was just an ordinary orange, why the fuss?" Cyril couldn't believe he said that out loud.

"Ordinary??!!!! Orange??!!" The three men exclaimed in unison as they looked at each other in disbelief and shock.

Cyril was fucked, but he had no choice but to say out his mind "Yes. It wasn't even worth a dollar and the fact that she didn't know I was the president was her luck, so why make a big deal out of it?"

"Your Excellency, you are being biased on this matter", The FBI agent said.

"Theft grows rapidly and gradually, she has to be punished for stealing, others are about to suffer for theirs, so she shouldn't be an exception. Letting her go this time around, will encourage her to do it again," Don said.

"But…." Cyril was confused, but why was he defending an ungrateful thief in the first place?

He didn't want to be biased, and his Father had warned him before he died never to create a corrupt government, and he made a promise never to, but….. Cyril sighed "So what do you plan on doing now?"

"As you said your excellency, she will be tortured before being jailed for five years and half a year", the FBI agent said.

"You are the reason I am caught up in this mess. Now how do I take this to my Gran", Cyril recalled; "Okayyyyy" Cyril said "I am your president and whatever I say stands still and that's it."

"What do we do now, Your Excellency?" Bobby asked.

Cyril stood up from his seat, picked up his glass of champagne and walked over to the large transparent view that made him see the view from outside clearly.

Looking outside the view, he took another sip of his champagne and said "Bring her to the White House".

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