“ Your face looks familiar.” Humphrey said when he saw Henry. He had a thick accent. Henry smiled and stretched out his hand for a handshake. “My name is Henry. I think we met when I was still working for Mr. Lucas. But I am the newest CEO.” He replied. “That is very impressive.” He said and looked up from his plate," Take a seat.” He said. “Thank you.” Henry said and removed a seat. “ Were you there for an internship purpose?” Humphrey asked because the man he saw at that time was nothing to be written home about. Seeing him cleaned up and dressed in very gorgeous apparel baffled him a little. Well, that was the power of money. “ No, sir. I wasn't aware of my heritage at that time, and I'm glad that I passed through all of that at that time.” Henry replied. Even without Humphrey saying anything, he saw the astounded look on his face.“ Every wealthy man has a story to tell. You have always been exceptional. Are you still speaking to your former boss?” He asked. Henry stopped hi

" Who are these people?" Henry asked his grandfather the next day when he came downstairs for breakfast. A group of men were in the living room and he wondered the reason for their presence." These are your new body guards." Pops said and patted the chair for him to sit. Henry was a bit stupefied, twenty men as his bodyguards? It was too much if you asked him. " Can we speak in private, Pops?" He asked and his grandfather reluctantly followed him to the dining room. " They are too many. I don't think I need these many bodyguards" He said. "You are my surviving son, I wouldn't allow anything to jeopardize your life. I don't know if you are aware that yesterday was a personal attack to your life. These people want you dead." Pops replied. " I know, but twenty is a bit on the high side. Let's reduce them to five." Henry said. He understood where his grandfather was coming from." We'll leave them at fifteen. I don't want to take any chances. You will not be going in to work today too

“ So, he is talking to a girl.” Clara thought as he continued his conversation. From what she overheard, she knew that there was a bit of friction between her boss and his lady friend. “ I was going to inform you about the party.” Henry said and paused for a few minutes before speaking again," I'll let you know once the cards arrive.” He told her. “ Alright, I'll speak with you later. Have a lovely day, send me some pictures.”He said. Clara couldn't stop the feeling of jealousy which rushed through her heart at his tone. Stop thinking about your boss in that manner. “Where are you now?” He continued. “ Really?” He asked in a surprised tone and Clara strained her ears to overhear their conversation. Suddenly she heard the sounds of heels clicking towards them, and she turned to see Aubrey in her glory strutting towards them. “ Elegant.” Clara muttered inwardly. Aubrey was extremely gorgeous. From her hair which was swept to the side and her long classy gown to the perfume exuding fr

" I am willing to offer thirty million dollars to own thirty percent of the shares." Mr. Javon said. Henry chuckled within him. That amount was too small for the share he wanted to have. "You can only get twenty percent." He replied. Javon stared at Henry, he needed to be a part of this project because it was going to gross billions, being the sole refiner and distributor of oil in the country wasn't an easy task. He also bid for that contract but lost. " Why don't I make it fifty million dollars?" He offered. Henry shook his head, his grandfather told him not to allow many investors to be onboarded for a project. "That's final, sir." Henry replied politely. Javon shook his head, this boy was adamant about giving him a large portion of shares, " Is there a reason for not accepting my offer?" He asked with a bit of anger in his tone. Henry relaxed in his chair and studied Mr. Javon quietly. He was desperate to buy shares and that made his mental hackles rise at attention, Javon m

The monitor beeped slowly and Henry panicked wondering what it meant. Clara looked deathly pale and he hoped that she wasn't about to die. The smell of antiseptic assaulted his nostrils and he wrinkled his nose. He was five years old when he first stepped into the hospital. It was to stitch his broken nose and the smell never changed. Grin looked at the worried look on his boss' face as he stared at Clara. There was a hint of something else but he refused to think in that direction, Clara was a good staff, likewise Henry, so it was only normal if he showed concern for her. Henry kept tapping his foot and his gaze switched from the monitor to Clara. " Just wake up." He thought. As if Grin could read his thoughts, he spoke. " Sir, I believe she will wake up soon." He said while staring at the monitor too. it wasn't beeping regularly as it should. "I hope so. Have you contacted her brother?" Henry asked and raised his head to stare at him. " Yes, but he is out of town. That was why