The next morning, Vice-President Gertrude Mensah, after taking her son to school, proceeded to her office (at the presidency) as she does every day. She tried to gauge from the behaviour of those close to her that morning that might be part of those plotting to assassinate her. However, none of them were acting weird. All of them went about their duties the way they normally did.
She was careful not to eat anything that day. At 3:30pm, she received a call from the reception that a man claiming to be her cousin had come to see her. She asked to speak to the man. A few seconds later, the voice of Lt. Clottey came through.
“It’s me, Paul, Sister Getty”, he heard Lt. Clottey say.
“Oh Paul, Come on right in. Let me talk to the receptionist so he gets somebody to bring you over,” the Vice-President said, remembering every detail of the plan outlined by Lt. Clottey to enable him to come to her office without raising any suspicion. When the receptionist came back on the line, the Vice-President told him the visitor was her cousin whom she was expecting. She instructed him to get somebody to bring him to her office without him going through any security checks.
About ten minutes later, Lt. Clottey, wearing reading glasses and a false moustache, was ushered into the Vice President’s office by a security officer. He was in a grey shirt and black trousers. He had a small semi-automatic pistol firmly strapped to his legs and covered by his socks and the trousers. They would spot him should he have gone through any of the security checks at the Presidency.
The Policeman who escorted him to the Vice President’s office saluted the Vice-President and then quickly retreated from the office, closing the door gently behind him. Lt. Clottey and Vice-President Clottey remained alone in the office.
“Welcome lieutenant. I hope you will be successful in protecting me and exposing the plotters and perpetrators so we apprehend them. I have never met you before but I have confidence in you. Let me confess I run a quick check on you to find out if you were whom you said, you were. My checks were positive. No offence meant. I have a handsome reward for you if you are able to prevent my assassination,” the Vice-President said.
“Madam, there will be no need to reward me. I am only doing my duty to the state and the people of this country who elected you. It would be treasonable on my part being privy to the plot to keep quiet and do nothing about it. Under the circumstances, the way we have agreed on is the best option. Hopefully, it will end well.” The soldier said, still standing in front of the Vice-President.
“Kindly take a seat, Lieutenant,” the Vice-President said. The soldier complied
She then looked on with amusement as the soldier removed the reading glasses he had on and peeled off his false moustache.
“Hmmmmm! So this is the real Lt. Clottey, my Prince in Shining Armour who must save me from being assassinated” the Vice-President said, smiling. “Good to see you for the first time.” Lt. Clottey smiled. They shook hands.
Lt. Clottey once more went over his plan. He said it was the only chance they had of finding out those close to the Vice-President in her office were part of the plot to assassinate her. Therefore, when she closed from work a few minutes later, she left Lt. Clottey inside her office. If her Secretary had checked the washroom located inside the office before locking the office door later, she would have found the soldier hiding there. However, of course, she did not have any reason to check the washroom before locking the door.
After about twenty minutes, Lt. Clottey, sure that the entire office had closed for the day, came out of the washroom and wondered about the office for a while. The Vice-President had switched off the CCTV in the room. However, for the operation he was going to carry out in the office that night, the CCTV will have to be on.
Finally, he decided on where he was going to hide his own miniature camera, which was going to capture everything that takes place in the room. Quickly, he went to work, installing the camera in the room. Ten minutes later, he was done. He hid the camera among the books in the bookshelf. Then he retreated to the washroom and there, switched on the video recorder on his phone. Instantly, the office of the Vice-President appeared on his camera. Now, he could see anything that takes place in the office while he was hiding in the washroom. Then he settled down to wait to see if anybody would turn up.