The presence of Mr. President and the minister at the office courted the attention of the media and in no distance time more than a handful of them flooded the Saint Don Group’s compound, shooting flashes of camera light at the president and his entourage as they advanced to the entrance.The president caught sight of them and heaved a sigh, wishing he could fight them off and avoid them from capturing this moment; for he found it shameful to borrow money from me.“His Excellency,” the minister called in a mumble tone, “Be of good cheer. Mike Don would be considerate enough to grant us the loan without demanding for collateral.” he assured Mr. President, somewhere close to his ears as they got on the elevator.Mr. President wanted to give him the cold shoulder but the wrath boiling in him wouldn’t let him even raise a wink perfectly. He cocked his eyebrow at him and averted his gaze from him.“If that has been your prayer you had better continue to pray harder because I am not going t

The minister knew the president as a man of his words and if he said a thing, he was going to fulfill it to the latter. And thinking about his personal achievement being the day he was appointed as minister in his regime; this would forever be the best thing that has ever happened in his life.And he wasn’t going to let the president down this time; he would go out of his way to approach me and access the loan.Ever since Mr. President gave him seven days to seal up the loan, he had known nothing than worse nightmares. Seven days in bold letters hung in his heart and each day that passed by left debris of fear in his veins. He couldn’t afford to be impeached all because of his flaws and his inability to stand my audacity.The worse of it was the guilt that banged his heart each time he thought about approaching me to seal the loan. Not only was he proud but the ridicule and dishonor that would accompany my guts. It was he that gossiped me and looked down on me. In fact if he would hav

The minister left the State House in the countenance of one who had needle in his vein. Before he stalked out of the house, Mr. President had given him forty eight hours to get access to me and clench the loan otherwise he would be impeached.The impeachment he thought was going to happen in seven days had been subsided to forty eight hours. As soon he left the state house, he went about sourcing for a mogul that could help him with ten million dollars so that he could have access to me.In few hours, the minister had sweated profusely and lost pounds in his bid to find any mogul that could help him with ten million dollars. He had most of such moguls as friends but it was something to be pals and it was another thing to trust someone with your money.In twenty four hours, the minister was yet to get a mogul who could help him with ten million and he cursed me in his head. “It would never be well with you Mike Don,” he thought and wiped his face of the sweat that surged on it. “How co

Isn’t it disheartening that it took an honorable minister one week to get ten million dollars which is a prerequisite for my visitors.” I sounded, lopsided smile clouding my face while I stood at the shelf and poured Cappuccino Freddo for two, from the moment he got into my office, I perceived the wrath that boiled on his face, so when he sighed I wasn’t surprised.I advanced forward with the two cups of coffee. “Business is best discussed with coffee.” I intoned and handed him a cup with my smile still held, yet knowing he wasn’t going to give me face.He gave me the cold shoulders and hissed under his breath. I placed the cup in front of him while I relaxed in my sectional sofa to study the thunderous face of my beholder.Forcefully he jeered through his teeth, “Can we please start the proceeding for the loan. I have not come all the way from the State House to sip Cappuccino, with a trillionaire that has made himself god.I shrugged sighed and chortled briefly. “Why are you mad at

Few nights to their impromptu visit, my father had gotten a phone call from Mr. President about his intention to visit the villa and quickly he had put a call across to me. Initially when I heard my father’s husky voice, I thought it was about something bizarre that had got to do with his health. But little did I know that it was for the sake of the president’s visit.I had imagined the enthusiasm that smeared the chin of my father on the others side of the phone ine when he counted it important to seek my permission before letting them visit the villa. He had told me about the intention of Mr. President to visit the villa and I had warned him against t making any monetary involvement with him in my absence.But Mr. President wouldn’t know that his visit was made possible because I allowed it otherwise father would have declined it if I had disapprove of it.“let’s know his reason for coming, father but I guess his reason may not be far-fetched form my guess. “ I had sounded. And