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Hello. Iâm Excited. This is one of my stops during the one month tour for Sons of Ishmael Reintroduction Tour: The Danjuma Brothers by Unoma Nwankwor. This virtual book tour is organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours. This tour runs September 11 â October 5, 2017. Follow the tour here. Book your own tour here WNLGenre: Christian Fiction/Romance![]()
A SCOOP OF LOVE~ SONS OF ISHMAEL BOOK I
offices of Ezekiel and Stanley. These lawyers were beginning to work his last nerve. He placed his finger over the touchpad of his laptop, directed the cursor to the delete icon and pressed it.It had been six months since Zayd Danjuma, the man that contributed to his genetic makeup had passed away. And his lawyers were still hounding him. Rasheed had thought his non-attendance of the funeral service was a clear indication of his disinterest in anything they had to say about his so-called father.
Determined not to let the email ruin his day, he picked up the receiver and dialed his
assistantâs extension. She picked up at the first ring.
âYes, Rasheed?â
âHave you heard anything back from those clients in the United States?â
âNo, I didnât,â she said. âBut while you were on your conference call, your mother
called.â
Rasheed felt a strange rise in his stomach. His mother almost never called him on his office phone unless she wanted to reach him in a hurry. âDid she leave a message?â
âNo, she just said to let you know she called.â
âOkay, thank you.â He disconnected the call.
Rasheed walked over to his jacket and pulled out his cell phone. Looking out of the large window of his Hyde Park office, his sense of unease grew. He checked, and there were three missed called from his mother. His voice mail was empty. What was going on? He dialed his mother. She answered on the third ring.
âMama, you tried to reach me. Is everything okay?â
âNna, I really donât know how to answer that.â
His mother used her term of endearment, Nna, for her sons when she wanted to ask for something she knew they didnât want to give.âWhat is it?â
âThose lawyers from your fatherâs estate came to see me today,â she said. âRasheed, I donât want those men in my shop or house. Iâm asking you again to come home and see what they want.â
Rasheedâs jaw set. How dare those lawyers hound his mother? Why was it so important that he and his brothers attend the stupid will reading? Even though it had been twenty-five years since their father had walked out of their lives, the memory of that morning was still vivid. Their father didnât care about them in life, so why was he so concerned about their well-being in death? Squaring up against those lawyers himself was one thing, but when they involved his mother, it was totally different. He wouldnât have it.
âYou mean they came to your shop?â Rasheed asked as though he didnât hear her the first time. Anger shot through his feet as he began to pace the length of his office.
âYes.â His motherâs voice sounded shaky. âItâs one thing for them to call but to show up,I donât appreciate it. They almost scared my customers away.â
After his mother had retired as a school administrator, she had decided she couldnât sit idle. Her love of fashion led to the opening of a boutique in the heart of Abujaâs business district. Within months, the business had flourished. Rasheed had supported her because whatever made his mother happy made him happy, too. After many years of living in pain, she deserved to live her life in peace. They all did.
Rasheedâs mind went back to the email heâd received earlier in the day. Since these
lawyers were playing hardball, it was clear he had no choice but to travel to Nigeria. âIf those lawyers call you again, tell them Iâll be there soon.â
His motherâs sigh expressed her relief. âGod bless you, my son.â
âItâs okay, Mama. They better make it worth my while. If not, I wonât be held responsible for my actions.â
ANCHORED BY LOVE~ SONS OF ISHMAEL SERIES BOOK II
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Thirty minutes later, Jabir was in the KTN lobby waiting for Damisi. He got curious stares from the receptionist and guard. He didnât know whether it was because he looked like Kamalâsomeone theyâd recognizeâor because Damisi never received male visitors. He hoped it was the latter.
The space was decorated in light colors, and the walls were decorated with paintings or pictures of guests of their shows. He walked to the one the one that had Damisi in it. She was on the set of her show and looked beautiful. She had a microphone in her hand and was smiling. From the picture, he could see she loved what she did. His eyes saddened at what the scandal would do to her career. If they acted fast, she might have a chance of salvaging it, but she was too stubborn, and his approach wasnât helping either. He had to get her to see reason.
âWhat are you doing here?â she whispered behind him.
Jabir turned around and marveled at how gorgeous she looked. He smiled inwardly.
âI figured you could use breakfast.â He handed her the smoothie and the box of pastries.
She took it from him slowly, her eyes softening with gratitude. âThank you, but you shouldnât be here.â
Jabir frowned. âWhy? Expecting someone?â
She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him to the corner. He resisted at first, but caved when he saw the plea in her eyes. âI really appreciate the breakfast, but I thought you were supposed to be on your way to Badagry. I really donât need any rumors started.â
He lifted his brow. âRumors? Iâm not doing anything but making sure youâre fed. The baby needs to eat.â
She looked around in shocked horror. âShhhh. Do you want to say it a little louder?â She rolled her eyes at him and he chuckled. âJabir, please you canât be here. In case you forgot, you look like one of the most recognizable Nigerian soccer players. I canât do the rumor mill now.â
He wanted to dismiss her argument, but he was running late, and she was right. But then he had another idea. âOkay, Iâll leave on one condition.â
âReally?â
âReally.â He smirked.
Some people walked past them and did a double take. Damisi panicked. âWhat is it?â
âHave dinner with me when I get back.â
Damisi hesitated, then someone she knew walked over to say hello to them. By now, he could see the fury in her eyes. The daggers in them were aimed at him. He raised his eyebrow.
âI canât believe you. Okay. Go,â she said hurriedly and turned away. He watched her go, but smiled when she walked back his way. âThank you, and please drive safe.â
Yep. This new approach just might work. There was hope.
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