Chapter Fourteen: Angst

Olalekan could not believe this man's stupidity.

Betrayed, angry, and scared, he got to his office, ignoring the status report from the System Analysts on the way there. With the heavy pounding in his chest, he shut down his system and slipped it into his leather briefcase. What he had said at Olalekan's office was threatening, he knew, that the only reason why the Lekan guy kept his cool was because of the respect that he had for him.  If those words had come out from someone in a lesser position, they would not have seen the light of the next day.

Shifting the knot of his tie uncomfortably and realizing that he stared at a distance for long, he grabbed his briefcase and left the office. Leaving a traditional short note that he would be back tomorrow.

After making the hard decision of freezing the conscious side of his machine that enables it to operate based on its own will all for the sake of the partnership and the mode of work, he was not going to sit back and watch them turn his machine into an instrument for evil.

As he guided his car out of the parking lot, he got a clear glimpse of Olalekan from his high-top window. For a second their eyes met. Olalekan had both hands dipped into his trousers. I expect you to do the right thing. His eyes said.

He drove the car through the water fountain curve with the 'VT' sculpture, entered the asphalt, hitting the throttle hard, leaving the building far behind.

I expect you to do the right thing. Those eyes stuck with him throughout the ride. Of course. He would do the right thing. He would get home and log on to the machine's IP through a remote server and release the Modification Module, he was going to give the computer full control, its own will.

After which all the exploited data would be recovered. That was the only way to repair this glitch.

As his black Honda Accord cruised down Third Mainland Bridge, with the wind hitting his face and the trembling voices of Tom MacDonald's "I'm Sorry" blazed his speakers, sending a rush of adrenaline through his veins. He pressed the accelerator.

Inside that car, with the speakers pounding the rap verses into his blood, he knew, that from tomorrow, Olalekan would request for his head. But before the manifestation of this plan, he would be long gone.

And Wale was not shaken one bit.