"Am sorry, Sir. But we have no details about her in the system." The receptionist informed him.
"Shit!" He cursed and rushed out of the hospital.
He has been driving in the city for hours, busy searching for her whereabouts but no one seems to know where she lives.
He sat in his black Bentley and phoned his special investigator. "Any news yet?"
"Not really satisfying, sir. I got an information that she study in Los Angeles university. Field of study: Geography. Course of study: Nature of geography in the faculty of social and management sciences. Age: 23 last month. Grade level: Final year. Complexion: Pearl and, she lives at Blue gate avenue at kilometer 80 Abhishek residential area."
"Good job, James." He hung up and pulled the car to the expressway.
It was just past four in the evening when he arrived at Los Angeles university. He pulled the car into the garage and strolled out. Couple of girls drooled at the sight of him but he wasn't giving a damn bout them. His mind was focused on where he was going. His phone rang from his pocket.
"What's up? Any show yet?"
His lips curled up at the side, "There's more than just enough, Max. I got all the information I wanted, including where she lives."
"Great!"
"But right now, am in her school. I need to talk with her privately. I don't want to go to her place where her parents will eavesdrop on our conversation."
"Very good, bro. Just call me if things gets too difficult for you."
He nodded, "Hmm." And hung up. He had to put on his dark shade to disguise or else, he'll end up sharing his autographs like church handbills.
The bell rang and immediately after that, he saw crowds of students exiting the building. He looked up at the top, something was boldly crest. 'Faculty of social and management sciences.'
He stood straight on his feet with both hands on his pockets as he waits for her to show up in the midst of the crowd. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, still no sign of her.
Ah! Does she use her magical powers in school too? She can't be ridiculous this time. He has to meet up with her here.
He was losing his patient. The number of students walking out were getting less by the time. He glance on his Rolex watch again…. She's still not out for almost an hour of waiting. He had to put his guard down and ask someone politely.
"Hey, excuse me."
The blonde hair guy turned around, "Yes.....sir?"
"Sorry to bother you. Are you from this department?" Justin pointed at the building.
"Yeah," He nodded, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder.
"Well….I was looking for someone from this faculty. She's a geography student, I don't know if you know her? Her name is Priyanka Abhishek."
"Um….this is my second year but I know her. She's a final and my departmental president but she's not in school now."
"She didn't come?" Justin's brows furrowed. It would be disappointing if he hears it. After all the time he spent waiting for her.
"Of course she came. She's a morning student while am an afternoon."
Justin's brows lifted, "Oh…" But deep down he is pissed. "Thank you for the information."
"You're welcome and um, can I please get your autograph?" He rummage his bag for something. Justin cursed himself inwardly. Even with the glasses, he still recognize who he were. "Here." He gave him a pen and jotter. "Thank you." He left happily after Justin crest his autograph.
He can't believe he was waiting in vain. Now, the things he didn't want a third party to hear, hope they'll still find out? It would be slim if they don't. He is heading to her resident now.
He entered his car and boarded to 'Abhishek residential area.' At the time he got there, it was already past seven in the evening. From the junction to the gate, it was luxurious like a presidential area. Just like the white house. Before he gets back to Washington DC tonight, it'll be midnight and he doesn't care.
He porch the horn at the giant gate and someone opened up for him. He drove in to a point and stopped when he saw some men standing on his way. He porch the horn again and they won't move an inch. He is not ready for a fight tonight but if this men won't step aside, he won't hesitate crushing them down.
He porch the horn again and still, they stood like sculptures. Justin got pissed and came out of the car to warn them out of his way but when he saw what they were carrying and how they were dressed, he gulped down in fear.
Did some hoodlums jumped into someone else's compound?
They were more than six and they were dressed like the men he used to see in Bollywood movies. White garment with pink headscarf. Some where brown skin. Some dark and some white. They were all armed. Weapons of different kind in their hands.
Sickles, spades, shovels, cutlasses, whips, pocket knives, battle-axes, daggers—and if not for the AK 47, Gatlings, pistols and rifles, he would have thought they were ready for farming.
He began to step back until he felt his legs touching his car's tyre. He used to think of himself as a brave man but not for a moment like these. The men were hefty and strong enough to take him down if he makes any attempts. His heart pound faster in his chest, ready to explode out in fear. He knew something drastic would show up if he comes to her place that's why he preferred to see her at school earlier. The securities here are highly compared to the ones in white house but the ones here are still a bit stronger, he won't lie.
"Aap kaun hain? [who are you?]" The man at the middle, holding a sharp sickle and pocket knife, initiated.
Cold sweat increased on Justin's forehead. His sleeves was soaked with sweats running down his body to his pants. He felt like peeing on himself. The thought of his parents crying over his dead body made him shiver. The man repeated the same word again but Justin has no idea what he's talking about. When one of them pointed the Gatling at his forehead, he pleaded, waving his hands in the air, anxiously.
"No, no, no, no, no please wait first, I beg you in God's name, don't shoot. I come in peace, okay? But I don't understand your accent. Do you speak English?... please."
They looked at themselves for a while, then the one at the middle made a sign for them to retreat. They obeyed, putting down their weapons.
"Yes, we speak English." The middle man answered and Justin felt a bit at ease. "Who are you and what have you come to find in the senator's resident?"
"I….. I am Justin Chadwick, the son of the president of America. I'm here to see Priyanka."
The man dismissed the other men and they left the two alone. He leaned forward to search Justin's body if there were any sort of prohibited items on him. When he found only his iPad and iPhone and wallet in his pockets, he said….
"The master's daughter is studying now."
"Please, I really have to see her now. It's urgent."
When he saw how sweaty and begging he was, he added. "Okay. I'll let you in but not into the mansion." He warned and pointed at somewhere, "You'll wait outside the mansion for her to come meet you there, understood?"
Justin shook his head, vigorously. "Ye…yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. And please, don't mention my name to her or else she won't come out."
He shook his head and left.