I raised my hand, signaling at my security and he brought out my complimentary card and handed over to me. I tossed it at the feet of Hoffers.“Why not work for me, huh? I grunted and managed a striking chuckle.Hoffers’ brow knitted. His jaw sagged and eyes winked nervously at me. He averted his gaze and snorted deeply in one moment of thought. His thunderous stare questioned my guts a million times.“Yes,” I affirmed, “Are you not fortunate to work for the world richest man and the world leading oil and gas firm, huh? Above all, consider how valuable you would be if you work with the world richest man.”He smacked his lips in disapproval with repeated shaking of the head, “No no. please. I don’t need your offer…”I knew Hoffers was not going to subscribe to it. For it was more than sin for him to be employed by a poverty- stricken boy who once received orders from him as a delivery boy.He dragged a teary, pitiable face and molded his arms in apology, “Mike Don I appreciate you for

Rio Hondo prison was known for its compulsory free visitation every Friday, which usually lasted all through the day. Melissa had decided to pay a heartfelt visit to her father after such a long while.As Melissa sat at the visitors looking out for the father, she never thought some day she would pull up at the prison to pay a visit to a pal let alone her father.With bated breath, she couldn’t wait to see her father and vent all the hurt that had piled in her heart . At the time of her life she was jaded and abandoned to abject poverty and guilt ever since I revealed my true identity to them.A few nights ago she had zeroed her mind to take drastic decision which had lingered in her heart over the past few sleepless nights.When Fanny Luis was let out of his cubicle to meet with his daughter, the smile on his face came a bit mild and since he was smiling at her, he expected her to return the compliment. But right on the reddened face of his daughter were fury and thunder which inform

The jailer pranced to the side of Fanny Luis, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up. His time was up. He protested at the tops of his voice, “Melissa please don’t go away. Tarry a little while. This storm will be over!” his jaw ground and he struggled to pull away from the grip of the jailer.Melissa, who had been cat-walking to the exit, passed and shot her dead looks at him. She tossed her head in pity and replied arrogantly, “You are full of ruin now father. I am worse than ruin. Lisa Bake is dead, we have lost everything. I can’t continue to stay in Rio Hondo . Mike Don is always rubbing it on my face and wouldn’t stop at making life miserable for me.”Fanny couldn’t stop protesting and pleading with her to stay. The jailer struggled to drag him away as he wouldn’t heed to him just to make sure he spoke to his daughter.“Good bye, father!” she bade through clenched teeth, spurned around and took the exit.By the time she was outside, her eyes had welled up with tears. Heavy so

But there was no stopping the minister. He was fighting toothlessly to ensure Mr. President declined taking a loan from me. He was among other numerous people who were mostly envious of my rising and wouldn’t mind limiting certain privileges and honors which I enjoyed as a trillionaire. For countless time s he had wondered how rich I would be if I should end up acquiring the oil wellFor over thirty minutes, behind closed doors the minister proved his audacity and reasons Rio Hondos shouldn’t take a loan from me. The minister had come to believe that I leapt to being five hundred trillion dollar richer because of the oil well and not my father’s wealth.When Mr. President shot his menacing gaze at him and let an insolent stare at his body, the minister could feel his impatience subside to fury and he would have called it a wrap if it were a baseless discussion.But anything targeted at limiting my wealth, even denying me certain privileges wasn’t a baseless discussion. He, the minter

The briefing from Alafin Oil Empire informed me that in one week I should be expecting my profit share and complete return on investment. But barely three weeks had passed and nothing had come from them.On a bizarre morning at the office I turned up at the office only to get an instant knock on the door.“Boss, Boss!” that was the teary voice of Zion, who just barged into my office, sweating as Christmas goat. He went on his knees, and brought his hands on his hand.Anxiety banged my heart, “What is it, Zion? What happened to you?” I queried, and advanced to him.From the fallen gaze on his face, this young cousin of mine had been all tears. When I stared at his trembling hands, I saw a news paper which was inscribed; ALAFIN CRASH.“Talk to me. What happened, Zion?” I pressurized him.And finally he managed to reply through tears, “Just yesterday, the Alafin ship conveying the barrels of oil of all the investors was invaded by pirates and it crashed and exploded. No staff of Alafin s