Waite still wanted an explanation from him.
Immediately.
Moi dialed the number of Kannons, the head of the Congo Gold TV Station.
"Kannons, what's with the news today? Why are you screwing me over? Who told you to do this?" Moi roared as soon as he got on the phone. He couldn't question the Supreme Court, and others might not care about his inquiries.
But Kannons was his direct subordinate.
He spoke without any courtesy.
On the other end, Kannons's voice was a bit panicked, "President Moi, what's the matter? We did everything according to your instructions—there were no mishaps."
Upon hearing this.
Moi almost choked on his own blood.
Damn it.
Are they trying to push me to my grave?
If this isn't a mishap, then what is?
"Kannons, make yourself clear. When did I ask you to report on Waite's news? When have I allowed you to spout such nonsense?" Moi said, furious.
