"Sure". The gate opens and Sandra walks inside. She is greeted by one of the workers who takes her to the CCTV room to check the CCTV. She goes through the CCTV but there is nothing, no record of her visiting the residence with her husband.
"Why is the footage missing?" Sandra asked, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Madam, the footage is not missing, this is the footage for last night, I am the one in charge of the CCTV in this premises and nothing shows that you and your husband visited here yesterday night" the staff responds respectively.
"No" Sandra shakes in tears "I came here last night with my husband, someone even told me that my husband left through the back gate, please, what happened to my husband inside here?" she falls down and sobs uncontrollably,
"madam, you are creating a scene. You can see the CCTV yourself, your husband never came", "I will report to the police" she said in between her tears
"Please do".
Sandra picks herself up and walks sadly out of the gate. Her outdated phone is ringing continuously, it's her mother-in-law. Her mother-in-law is very troublesome and does not hesitate to insult her at every slight provocation. She stares at her phone until the call ends, she knows why the mother-in-law has been calling consistently. She was aware of their movement last night because she lives with them. How can she explain to her that her dear son is missing? How will she even tell the police what they went to do at that time? Sandra paused a little, gave a heavy sigh, then murmured to herself ;
Returning home, Sandra's phone continued to ring incessantly, her mother-in-law on the line. Knowing the reason for the persistent calls, Sandra struggled with how to explain her husband's absence. Eventually, she resolved to stage a one-person protest, hoping to draw attention to her plight.
Grabbing a makeshift placard, Sandra rushed back to the Northman residence. However, realizing she might not receive proper attention there, she redirected her steps towards the bus station. Boarding a bus to the Northman Media Company, she hoped her protest would garner the attention she desperately needed.
Mr. Switze is overlooking the tallest building from his office window just behind his seat. The tallest building is the Northman Media company and it is the tallest building in the city, if not the whole country. The building can be seen from any standpoint in the city. Inside Mr. Switze's office is the 31-year-old Director, Mr. Joseph Oman, comfortably seated in his black Prada suit and Ferretti shoes. Mr. Oman is the Director of publicity and Marketing, He has worked with Mr. Switze for twenty years and was the one who gave the idea for Felicia to marry Mr. Northman for the unification of the two giant companies. Mr. Oman is the brain box in the company and Mr. Switze always seeks his advice on almost all matters. "How do we take over Northman Media? I really need a working solution" Mr. Switze sniffs still looking out of the window. "We can try and get Senator Fredman to drop them" Mr. Oman responds, Mr. Switze is unfazed by his response, Mr. Oman slightly adjusts his position "We will present a better deal through our proposal", Mr. Switze turns to Oman, staring at him with his intimidating expression, "do you have a copy of their proposal to Senator Fredman?" "Yes sir" Mr. Oman responds, "It's in my office". Mr. Switze smiles and walks to his seat, "Send a gift to the Senator first, and…" he sits down " request for a meeting with him. Please, work on the proposal, I am relying on you" "I will do that now" Mr. Oman stands to leave "please call my daughter and tell her to come and see me. Tell her it is urgent" Mr. Switze instructs, "yes sir". Mr. Oman exit.
As Nina sat in her studio, calculating profits from the previous day's exhibition, her mind raced with worry. Despite putting on a brave face, the events of the morning weighed heavily on her. With her pregnancy complicating matters, she knew she had to tread carefully. Suddenly interrupted by a call from her residence, Nina's heart raced with apprehension.
"hello ma, this is Anthony", the voice sound calm, Nina can deduce that the incidence in the morning has been resolved.
"yes, Anthony, what is it? Is there any issue?"
"No ma but a woman came to the house and was asking to see the CCTV"
"a woman? Did she check it? Did she give you any reason why she wanted to check the CCTV?"
"She said her husband disappeared from the residence this morning", Nina paused and she immediately composed herself, "Did she see anything in the CCTV?"
As she listened to Anthony's calm voice, relief washed over her momentarily, but the uncertainty of the situation lingered. "No ma, she did not, she asked if we deleted some part of the recording"
"Did you?" Nina ask
"No ma, we don't delete anything", the voice continues "She threatened to report to the police",
"Okay, let her go ahead. She will have to answer why her husband came to the residence when he doesn't have any business there",
"Okay, ma," the call ended, and Nina couldn't help but smile to herself. If she hadn't frozen the camera the previous night, it would have captured the man entering the premises. Nina, an artist with a strong technological acumen, had taken preemptive measures. Before waking her husband at 8 p.m., she had already visited the control room to cover the CCTV with a night picture of the compound, giving the illusion of continuous recording. By early morning, before the staff resumed at 6 a.m., she had removed the cover. It was a routine she followed every day, ensuring her actions remained undetected as she returned to her seat and resumed her tasks.