“The world richest man! The world richest man!” The ocean of people clamored upon seeing me. Zion stood at my side and my security and aide flanked behind me. “See how you are loved boss,” said Zion and we gazed upon the ocean of anticipated crowd.I let a smile and gave a nod. At the time I lacked words. I just wanted my purpose of gathering these people to be actualized.“Boss how do you intend to feed all the masses in Rio Hondo?” Zion queried and stole a glance at me, “It is going to cast us much. The account department raised a memo in respect to that and the figure I saw overwhelmed me.”I grinned and inquired, “What figure did you see, Zion?”He shook his head and uttered, “Five hundred million dollars, boss. Oh for Jupiter’s sake, that is too much to be spent on food and water. These people can feed themselves. They can fend for themselves. Their responsibility is none of your business. Why do you derive pleasure in giving these people the best things of life, uh? They are…”

I ensued I kept to time at the auction. Right from where I was seated just a few row from the front side, I could see Morgan Harris at the extreme right amidst his protocol officer.Nothing had changed about Morgan Harris. He was still looking thick, heavily-bearded and boyish on the face. As I gazed upon him now, all that I went through while serving him hit me in the head; it was an excruciating ordeal I wouldn’t want my enemies to witness. Not only did he owe me the little stipend of fifty dollars he paid me as salary, but also he accused me of what I didn’t do.He did all this because I was vulnerable; I was a nobody and a piece of shit; I was Brian Patrick, the scraggly-looking ragged delivery boy who had no name.But today all of that was going to change. If only he could seize the opportunity to ask Fanny Luis how hot he got it from me, he wouldn’t have shown his ugly face.The auctioning hall as usual was filled up with moneybags from all walks of life. This would be the secon

At the time a hush of silence hung over us. I could see the balls of sweat that stood on his face. His hands that lay on the desk were trembling so hugely that they almost tapped on the desk. He kept staring at me through gaping and tension.“You?” he pointed at me, cast a striking glance at the photo and returned his gaze on me once again to compare the resemblance. He was still full of doubt as he queried and bickered me with his thunderous looks, and his ocean blue eyesrolling at me. “It can’t be true. You can’t be Brian Patrick!” he snarled and almost quarreled with me when he said, “Are you bluffing or what, uh? Do you take me for a kid?”I stood up, “I am Brian Patrick, Morgan Harris, same Brian Patrick you used to know. This is the poor, ragged nobody who worked and served you as a delivery boy. I am Brian Patrick in flesh and blood…”He interposed me, “It can’t be true! The Brian Patrick that served me was a criminal, a nobody, a poor ragged bastard whose parents barely had

I poured a mugful of wine for myself, clicked it to his and mumbled, “Cheers to success, forgiveness and reunion.” Morgan Harris became all smiles as I smiled forcefully and we gulped down the wine. “You will always be my boss, Morgan, so I wonder why I shouldn’t forgive you.” I added amidst contagious smile.He lowered his gaze, perhaps still surprise that I could still find a place in my heart to forgive him despite all he did to me. He molded his arms and bowed.“I appreciate so much the world richest man. Despite all that I did to you, you still find a place in your heart to forgive me. Oh!” he shook his head pitiably, “Indeed you are a Croesus. You are the world richest man!” he hailed me, “I must admit that you have earned my loyalty for life. He went down on his knees and wanted to break down in tears and I stopped him.“Stop this, Morgan Harris. I have forgiven you and I want you to accept it in its exactitude. Stop weeping like a biddy. If you keep weeping like a biddy, how d

I had a cocktail picnic at the beach with Morgan Harris and he couldn’t stop blushing for the innumerable numbers of pretty curvaceous; ladies my presence attracted. From the very moment I got to the beach, pretty ladies as innumerable bees flocked around me demanding for selfie photos, complimentary card and a date.Morgan Harris stared with bated breath as I attended to these hourglass ladies and cautioned those that overstepped their boundaries.Morgan smiled from cheek to cheek. “Never in my life have I seen one man pull up this crowd of ladies,” Morgan Harris intoned and raised his cocktail wine to have a toast before sipping at it, “I don’t need to tell you your wealth pull the prettiest of ladies now, even me in all my accumulated wealth have never attracted an imbecile lady let alone a healthy, hour-glass one as this,” he pointed at a tall, hour glass lady in bikini who was demanding for my autograph.I let a cheeky smile, endorsed my autograph on the bikini of the lady and ca