The Moon Dust Alliance House stood, a monument of contractual deals, dwarfing over other buildings around. The usual hustle-bustle associated with the House was missing on this day. The front desk attendants were noticeably halved. The reception hall seemed a ghost of itself with its quiet and eerie calmness. Even the guards on duty were not left out.

It seemed the Alliance House was closed as portrayed. But for those who understood the inner workings of the Moon dust Alliance House knew that this was the time of the month where the house collected all bounty details and forwarded to the Council House of Ilu Obatala as was their custom.

This was to keep a lid on whatever happened in the alliance houses, thus keeping them at bay. It also became glaring important that the council house of Ilu obatala be informed of their monthly transactions for actions to be taken properly, peradventure a mishap was detected.

But even at that, not all Alliance Houses gave a true report of what went down within their courts. Some transactions were completely illegal, frowned on by the Council System in Orun. But still, the alliance house would not readily want to say no to sources those jobs came from as the reward system was much higher than usual.

Hence, roundtable meeting was conducted at the time before the monthly report was sent to The Council Meeting. The purpose was to analyze their report, erase some transactions and provide loopholes to cover their tampering with it.

And as of present, one of such meeting held within the inner house of the building. A meeting where stakeholders and invited staff attended to sort various issues aside from Monthly report.

Several people sat around a long white enameled table with chairs with elongated head rest. The edge of the table was occupied by no other but General Folarin, a grim face that spoke of power and might while the other end of the table was empty.

Seated at either sides of Folarin were his most trusted aides, a female and male with grey hairs and large chests. They each had deep blue eyes that seemed to be searching everything and everyone. Fate based Irunmoles. Following them were the other high ranking Irunmole in the Alliance House stakeholder meeting, most with grim faces and taut muscles focused on Folarin who was in the middle of a speech

"..Rachelle, today of all days is when you decide to notify that a hunting bounty came from a council house?" Folarin spoke, displeasure evident from his tone.

He wore just a long sleeveless coat with waist cloth and trouser on a bare chest. In contrast, the Rachelle in question wore a wine dress with red spots, long unrestrained hair and a look of perfection as some would dare describe her.

Rather than the agitated, annoyed look the General had on, Rachelle had a cool reserved look. "The blame is not on me, General. I was threatened and I am bringing this now, despite the threat because of my loyalty to this organization."

Folarin cleared his throat briefly before opening his mouth. Soon as he did, he closed it back having oted the mocking gaze from Afolabi who sat a little opposite Rachelle.

As the son of the General, he was allowed to be in attendance of the monthly summit. However, Ibiyemi was absent because she was yet to prove her worth to the entire house, due to her very youthful age. Just then, Afolabi stirred and was about to speak only to be rudely cut short by his father.

"And how are we sure that you're bringing this up now isn't that you are leading us into a trap?" Folarin pressed on. There was actually no need to go on the attack on Rachelle but he did, knowing that the errant son of his would want to use this meeting as an avenue to disgrace him out of office and he was never going to allow that.

Rachelle flushed, embarrassment settling on her face. "I don't understand you, General. What is your point now? Are you accusing me of treason?"

"Well, if.." Afolabi was interrupted sharply again. This time, he fumed; finally understanding the game his father had been putting up since.

"Rachelle, why exactly are you seeking to appeal to pity? And is that anger on your face, Afolabi?" Folarin spoke, adjusting his gaze to his son.

As the custom of the meeting was, no one had the right to fume at the presiding officer. Doing so was credited as insubordination and such a person was excused from the meeting.

Folarin smiled lightly. He was sure going to capitalize on that.