CHAPTER 19

Somewhere in London…

A man said “It’s not yet time for me to intervene. Shut it! None of this would happen if your troops aren’t stupid dipsticks!” He dropped the call and massaged his temples.

‘Things are getting out of hand. I have to think of a plan.’ This thought ran through his head as he drew a deep breath out of frustration.

It was a very ordinary Saturday morning in Hounslow. Bridgette was busy with house chores while singing and dancing. Earphones plugged in, and at full volume, she listened to music on her phone. She’s only in her pink oversized T-shirt and skimpy shorts. To save time, she opted to wear her hair in an unkempt bun. Late last night, she stayed up late, and thus she got up late as well.

“I’m a simple girl, in my own little world, and I love my life, lo and behold! He came and said hello and my whole world changed”. She was swaying her hips and using the handle of the mop as her microphone. She was so engrossed with what she was doing that she didn’t notice Tro