“Boss, Mr. President and the minister are here to access the thirty four trillion dollars loan. Should I grant them express entry or you are in no mood to attend to them.” That was the echoing voice of Zion who was having handy a visitor’s form which had their names on it.I hesitated and dimmed my eyes in the space to get acquainted with the noise which was banging from the reception. Instead of replying Zion, I queried, “What is the noise all about? Why would such noise be going on in my company?”Zion had a grimace face. Obviously he knew what the reason for the noise was. “No offense boss. Our security has been daring to calm the situation.” He briefed me, “it is a heated quarrel between the president’s security and the journalists…”I dragged a grin and gathered curiosity around me like a robe, “What quarrel could it be? Do they realize that this is the Saint Don Group and we don’t accept that here?”Already the noise had thickened and I was enraged within me. I swore under my br

For over thirty minutes, Zion stood at the edge of the fire place, staring at me as I gazed upon my photo which hung on the wall.Each time I gazed upon the photo when I was Brian Patrick, tears often swam in my eyes because it left heart-drenching, horrible memories into my soul. I wondered what life would have been for me, if I hadn’t discovered the Mike Don in me.“Boss you are always sober whenever you gaze on that picture. Perhaps we may have to remove it if it keeps ruining your day,” Zion recoiled through thunderous face.As though what he just said never got to me, I groaned, “What name is on our black list? Check it up immediately. I need to pay back an enemy in his coin,” Fire stood in my eyes as I stared stilly at my photo losing interest in sipping at my Tom Collins.Swiftly Zion swapped his tablet phone and dimmed his eyes once he got to a name, “Boss the next name on your black list is Mr. Kenny” he paused and brought his stare on me, “Boss who is Mr. Kenny if I may ask

I was done addressing the residents of the Suburban Estate. They were excited to have me as their new landlord after the government of Rio Hondo promised to privatize the estate so as to cushion the adverse effect the poor economy was having on the state.About now everyone had shades of smiles on their faces as they noticed none of their houses were marked for demotion. While almost everyone dispersed only one person was left behind; he was seen being restricted by my security that stopped him from getting close to me. All the while Mr. Kenny had been chanting my name at the tops of his voice and trying to catch my attention.“The world richest man! Mike Don!” that was the clamoring voice of Mr. Kenny. He stared around, settling his gaze on the group of bulldozers that were already steaming by the corner and ready to resume work.The moment the bulldozers started drifting towards the houses I just marked for demolition, his panicky voice intensified.“Oh no, please Mike Don! Please I

With eyes welled up with tears, Mr. Kenny watched the site engineers pull down his five detached duplex and brought it to bricks and sand. He couldn’t stand the sight of his investment being destroyed and when he thought begging me would proffer a solution, I disappointed him by giving him the cold shoulders.Already it was late to reverse my command. Shortly afterwards I had joined the rest of my entourage on the private jet and shut the hatch door on the face of Mr. Kenny, who had been pleading for mercy so earnestly that he didn’t give a damn about onlookers when he lay on the ground to plead.“You just have to put yourself together! Perk up! Everything is going to be fine! Be of good cheer!” those were the words of onlookers and pals who consoled Mr. Kenny.But the fact still remained that he least expected it and never in his life had he contemplated to lose five of his buildings in one day. And the worse of it was getting to meet a boy he wrote off now being the world richest

Morgan Harris was heaved with thought; suddenly his eyes became watery and red. He only could wonder how a boy he once hired as his delivery boy became so rich and powerful that Rio Hondo granted me the supreme power to free prisoners. He expected greatness from me but not this kind of power. He couldn’t believe it when the chief warden mentioned and about now he was yet to believe that his once ragged delivery boy had grown so rich and powerful that Mr. President granted me such power.“Mike Don! Jupiter’s brain!” Morgan exclaimed in shock and stared in the space thoughtfully, “How did he become so powerful that Mr. President granted him the supreme power to free prisoners?” he queried through gritted teeth and clicked his fingers furiously before cupping his jaw.Fanny hummed and folded his arms, “I am as confused as you, Morgan. I am hugely pained that this rich boy, this Croesus was once my son-in-law. Who would believe that the world richest man, Mike Don who is celebrated and lo