I had been speaking with the ministers for oil and gas over my resumption at the national oil well which would take place soon; in the next two years the Saint Don Group would relocate to the oil well and explore it.This was more than a dream come true for me because I would be stepping on another level of my life as the world richest man.Each time I glared at the TV, news about Mike Don, the world richest man exploring the national oil well dominated the media. Not only did it impact on my status but it made me more famous that I often became relevant whenever I was found in public.While I glanced through some documents in my office, Zion rang the bell and walked in, with a news paper handy. He bowed to me and molded his hands to greet.“Greetings the world richest man.” He remained bowed and when I let a firm nod, he spoke yet further, “You would be fascinated when you see this.” He leaned forward and presented the newspaper to me . On the front page had Fanny Luis prostrating to

Fanny Luis and Melissa watched with bated breath as the doctor attended to Lisa Bake and gave a pitiable wary nod afterwards.Earlier the doctor had reminded them about the artificial oxygen which gave Lisa Bake life being exhausted and the need to replace itFanny’s jaw sagged as he gazed upon the uncertain face of the doctor, “What is it, doctor? Fanny queried and shared a nervous glance between Lisa and the doctor’s restless, uncertain face, “Talk to me doctor. What happened?” he asked yet further and shot a quarrelsome gaze at him.Melissa swallowed hard as she caught hold of the troublesome looks on the face of the doctor. She knew something had gone wrong and she had wanted to tell her father about the chances of saving Lisa Bake.When the doctor sat down and pointed their attention to a seat, Melissa sat down while Fanny remained standing and hounded the doctor with tons of questions about Lisa Bake. Although he knew the money was the problem yet he wanted to know if there was

Clara watched with bated breath as Melissa sat cautiously on the sofa, with her arms pressed between her knees and a humble look on her chin. She had waited for this day to come when she would put Melissa in the box that she belonged; when she would display the unlimited wealth I made available to her; when she would have Melissa see the lady boss I had made her.Clara raised her arms and the cup bearer gave her a mug of wine before she hummed, “Mmm, Melissa I have heard all you said but I must tell you, your story is pathetic. Half a million dollars is something I can’t give at the moment.”Promptly Melissa interposed her and went on her knees, “Please Clara Roham, don’t turn your back on us like your husband. My granny has got just one month to live. Right now money can save her life and it is just half a million dollars. Please you know me and how influential my family was until the storm of bankruptcy hit our group and…” her voice snapped before she added slowly, “Your husband ave

Fanny Luis and Melissa were back at home disgruntled, perplexed and downtrodden. Melissa tucked away at the fire place to warm up her body which was consumed by cold and shrill after her experience at the hospital. She couldn’t stop brooding over the impending vengeance I would spew at them in the days ahead. Avoiding me was as difficult as existing without me. She just couldn’t bear it anymore. Fanny Luis paced up and down the sitting room, gulped mugs of heavy wine to see if he could get drunk and forget about my beasty vengeance. They had been discussing about ways of raising the money to offset the medical bills of Lisa Bake. Time was running out on them and delay was dangerous. “I think it is high time we sold this mansion,” Melissa sounded amidst sniffing and clenched teeth. “This villa and the secretariat of the Fanny Group are the only assets we have now and we just have to sell either…” Fanny interposed her by tossing his head in disapproval, “No!” he beamed, stroked his ha

“When I was still married to Melissa, in one of those days, she had revealed to me one of the iniquities of Fanny Luis,” I sounded sonorously to the Minister for Internal Revenue who happened to be my pal. A man in his thirties with humility dominating his character, I had met Dr. Scholar Nick, the minister for Internal Revenue in the ministers’ conference held in Paris. I would never forget how he eulogized me and counted himself worthy to meet with the world richest man. We had shared a few pleasantries and he had told me to call on his attention should they be any need for it. Everyone wanted my attention now because I was the world richest man! Scholar gave repeated nod as he listened to me. He was superbly grateful for revealing the information to him. And not just that alone , he had a brown file in his hands which had Fanny Group stamped on it. “The world richest man,” he called me and returned a striking gaze on the file, “Indeed you are not just a Croesus but a patriotic