TRAILING SHADOWS

  Malinton gulped as he looked upon the face of the First prime who was in charge of the governance of the Ilu Ifa, the Prime Overlord as she was called, Orunmile Shope. 

Seeing her seating in the chair sent a shiver of cold all through his spine. If he thought that the Alpha Silas was worse and dreadful, then he had obviously forgotten about how much worse the riem was. 

He made a mental note to himself not to do anything that  would offset the two of them, noting that the other Alpha who had a bit of a calm head, Ajibade was in absentia. If Ajibade was to be around, then he could afford to act laissez faire but that Alpah was not in the meeting room now, it was best that he behaved himself as best as he cou;ld. 

And once again, he was thankfully he had not taken any alcohol before getting here. At least now, he could talk to her boldly without fear that she was going to sniff out the truth about that. And obviously the next thing that would follow would be the offing of his head. She had warned him the last time, it would not do for her not to keep her word. And it would be even stupid for him to have done that anyways. 

"Greetings Orunmila Shope!" Malinton bowed his head, as he did obeisance to her.  Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click <a href="#&apos;s-office-ii_52831592854387357">#&apos;s-office-ii_52831592854387357</a> for visiting.

Orunmila Shope smiled, a set of dimples appearing in her plumps  cheeks giving off warm vibes. but Malinton had to hold himself back not to fall for that. The moment he relaxed himself and went all at ease because of the smile, would be the moment he was ready to lose his life. 

Her looks were rather not to be taken at face value. 

Orrunmila SHope had a calm  look. A friendly inviting smile was on her face especially if she was meeting with you for the first time or so. Mostly it was all just a facade. 

Being the one who in charge of the Fate watch over the Ilus of the Iurnmoles, she was charged with having to see a lot of grim fates here and there and had to make sure that such were avoided. So, naturally, there was not the chance for her smile and loaf about. 

But the ever calm, inviting look on her face seemed to belie that. However, he was not to fall for that. 

Malinton sniffed as he lifted his head, looking at the First prime. He observed her entire form, the silver lipsticks on her lips over a yellow fair skinned body, the round pair of eyes and the cheeks with the dimples engraved in them. 

She had long silky brown hair that was tied up into a bun at the back of her head, the excess part of the iar, flowing down to c.a.r.e.s.s her neck and the back. 

On her body, she had  a gown, brown and sleeveless in color and in style. On top of the color was an armor plating of leather, more like a jacket over the top torso of her body. The gown revealed some inviting pair of the cleavages of her b.r.e.a.s.ts to the open and then  just at the shoulders of her, two patches of the blue cape that was attached there were pinned to the place. 

She looked all dressed for battle, whilst her aura denied that. For she seemed so much at peace.g 

  Looking up from her paperwork, the smile on her face faltered now as she observed the form of the Alpha Silas, watching as his left hand played at the hilt of his blade. 

She frowned. "What do i tell you, Silas? To appear forceful is not the path of wisdom. To be amongst those who the others mist look up to, you need to act the path and not let your brutish d.e.s.i.r.es get ahead of you."

Silas exhaled and lowered his head. He let go of the hilt of the blade and then looked up to the Prime with an apology in his eyes. 

"I apologise for that. But i..."

"No buts! You should understand that in the study of the stream of fate, drastic measures such as that are not often the best. And people look up to you. PLease, do not mislead them on that which they must embody." 

"Understood." the Alphas said, a heavy sigh escaping his lips ``I would look to better myself in the coming times." 

"Now, now, please have a seat,both of you>" Orunmila Shope said, gesturing to them with her right hand to the front of the table.

There was not a seat before her which made Malinton frown as he saw he do that. To what end was she trying to achieve all of this? How would she tell them to have seats when there was nothing in front of the desk>?

Or was she drunk on the same alcohol that she bored pretty much? Malinton thought about all of this but as he did, his eyes widened just as two chairs spun from the corners of the room, till they both got to the front of the table, each from opposite sides. And when they got to the front of the table., lodged themselves there. 

Malinton swallowed. He could swear that he had not seen any chairs then. He could swear, the lighting apart so then how did the chairs justy suddenly come up to the room and then spin around? 

Unable to come up with any explanation for this, he shrugged, moving forward just as Silas did, leaving it at the conclusion that this was the power of a Prime. he could not expect to see less than that. 

"You are the one who I did send on the mission to report the bounty to the House of the Blue Moon Mercenaries, right?" She asked.

Malinton tensed up. He did not like how this was starting already. 'Yes." He said. 

"Then, you did as we asked of you, did you not? You Went ahead to the BlueMoon Missionary Alliance House to do the needful, did you not?" The Prime asked once again. 

Malinton nodded his head. 

"E jor(1) E le she bi. When I talk to you, I expect that you reply to me with words and not sign language. If I wanted sign language, then that would be a different case. " There was a cold edge to the voice of the Prime as she spoke out her disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to the messenger Malinton. 

It told him that he was fast already going off track. He would need to sit up now if he was sure he would walk out of here, alive. Thankfully, the maniac Silas had not gotten on his case yet. Most likely because of the scolding he had received from Orunmila Shope that had been able to mellow his rashness down. Besides that, Malinton knew without fail that he would be done for already. 

He swallowed and then tried to breathe out and relax his nerves. None of that which happened about the bounty was his fault in any way so it did not make for him to be all jittery here, He just had to man up and tell her what he did know about the whole situation. 

"That is correct. I did as it was to be expected."

"But yet, he lives. The boy lives. How can we validate what you say then?" Orunmila Shope said to him, asking him a question to prove his innocence in the matter. 

"I did as expected. I went to the Bluemoon mercenary Alliance House and filed the bounty there. I went there because I understood the circ.u.mstances surrounding it and therefore had to choose the best of the best. But then again..." Malinton sighed, finding his own story  hard to say.

He could say that he went there to file the report but the truth of the matter was that the boy lived. How could he possibly justify the whole thing? And it was not a matter where he could bring out a query or something that would have shown he filed it in. 

Truth is, he had been careless. He was supposed to have seen that it was followed to the core, made enquiries continuously and all of that. But he did not anticipate that such as ever going to happen, especially when it had to concern the best of the best mercenary alliance houses in the Ilu Eshu where he operated from.

"I know what I might say makes no sense but I tell you that I did file for the bounty. Alas, things went sour. I believe due to some infractions in the Alliance house, that this was what happened as such that allowed for them to have a loose hand on the mission." Malinton explained. 

"Which makes no sense." Silas spoke for the first time now. "We need to teach them a lesson. A bounty from A Council House is to be treated with severity and utmost precision. It was careless of them to do that and therefore we..." 

"We would do nothing!" Orunmila Shope quickly interjected. " He has left Earth already. If we make to chase after him or even punish the Mercenary House, the Elder would know of our involvement which defeats the entire purpose. So, we just wait and see... If Earth would be the catalyst needed." 

"And if Earth is...?" Silas asked.

"Then, we send Irunmoles from the Irunmoles Camp there, discreetly after him, to finish what we started. But not now. We need to lay low for the time being." Orunmila Shope said and sighed now.