365 days as a Billionaire

New Billionaire

“Life couldn’t be better being rich”

“Sir you haven’t observed your daily routine since you arrived from Colombia”, Vazquez said to him.

Martinez had his full focus on the large television screen, he was watching a movie. “Excuse me sir” Vazquez pestered him. 

Martinez still wasn’t giving him an audience; “you have a visitor sir should I tell her to come in?” Vazquez asked his master. 

Martinez took the remote control that was on the table, lowered the volume of the sound system and asked Vazquez a question. “Did I hear you say she?” Hurry up and let her in he shouted”.

A beautiful, moderately dressed woman of average height walked in, she held a big tablet with her and an office bag; Martinez stared at her lasciviously from her head to toe, she was what people describe as a ‘Thick woman’.

“Is everything all right sir” she asked 

Martinez thought in his head, “Riccardo is one hell of a lucky guy”, “who could this beauty be”?,” I’m sure it’s not his wife; he told me he has no family, she might be his side-chick or girlfriend”, “I won’t let her pass me by, I will play smart”.

The woman was staring at him, she was beginning to feel different about him, “you don’t look like yourself sir”, you haven’t showed up to work in a while it’s so unlike you”, “I decided to check on you, I know you hate it but I just had to”, you weren’t picking up any of my calls also”.

“Who could she be?”, “why wouldn’t Riccardo want this beautiful woman to visit him”… “I get it, he done with her and dumped her, that’s it”. Martinez said to himself.

“As you can see, I’m perfectly alright, ill resume to work when I want to, for the time being I’ll be off work”.

He told her.

“But sir, you have a presentation next week and we haven’t drafted out the full plan” she insisted

Martinez was in a fix, he had no idea of the business plan or whatever the woman had said, he’d keep playing till he gets caught anyway, that was his gang slang back in Cartagena “Fake it till you make it”

“Yes the meeting, I haven’t forgotten, will you stay over let’s get through it or you’d rather wait till I am ready to come to work”? He asked her.

“I’d rather you rest and get well before you resume sir, I could see you’re not in your full form” she relied.

“Looks like she’s a smart one”, he looked at the tag on her neck, he blamed himself, he should have done that earlier, was he loosing his skills because of this old mans body, not too old though. 

“Christabelle” Martinez called out

“Yes sir” she responded, Martinez smirked and brushed his hair with his hand to the back. 

“You can leave now , I will get back to you”!.

She wasn’t expecting that response, she paused a little, packed her bags and was about to leave; she turned back. “Maybe she forgot something” Martinez said to himself.

“Sir I need your signature here, its urgent, the contract scheduled for next month came in earlier”, Martinez knew he’d be screwed if he accepted to sign the contract; he told her to place it on the table he’ll do it at his leisure

She laughed fondly, “I have to take my tablet back with me sir”

Martinez had seen gadgets like that before but coming close to using one has never happened to him. He was reluctant, seeing his reaction, Christabelle asked if she should forward the document to him instead; she said it really fast like it wasn’t something to be mentioned.

“That would be great” Martinez said,

 “What”! oh yes sir, I’d do so right away”. she said not believing her ears.

Chistabelle walked out of the apartment, she saw Vazquez getting the car ready, she went over to him; “Is Mr. Riccardo alright”? “he’s been acting really strange”.

“Not at all, he’s been the same why do you say so?” Vazquez asked her.

“You know how well he hates procrastination, and working from home, he just accepted that I send a soft copy of a contract to him directly, Mr. Riccardo would never do that”.

Vazquez wasn’t soothing her thirst for answers; she got mad at him and left. “I never should have asked you in the first place, Sebastian was he right person I should have spoken to”. She said

Ever since Martinez arrived all he did was eat, drink, and enjoy himself in the mansion. He was living the dream. 

He hasn’t stepped out of the mansion since he got in; it was big enough to keep a human busy for a whole month. 

Martinez decided to up his game, if staying indoors can be this interesting, how about going out there; how rich is this man though, “I haven’t gone through any of his things; Binge eating and watching movies is so relaxing and time consuming”. He said.

“I don’t have to do anything; that weird looking man literally does everything for me”. He said referring to Vazquez.

“How is my mother doing back home? ; I know Mr. Riccardo would definitely be having a hard time”.

Martinez smacked his hand on his heard hard; “No sure three, you can’t let your emotions inside of you get you; we just arrived, they can survive without me and more-so they have someone with them; he should be grateful at least he’s no more a sick man”.

“Come to think of it, I might die soon so I’d live it, then I’ll stick to my game plan”; that’s it!. 

He ran inside the bedroom; his action made Vazquez curios, he rushed inside the room with him thinking something bad had come up that warranted him run that fast. 

“Is everything alright sir”; he said panting and trying to catch his breathe. Martinez not seeing anything wrong in his actions nodded the negative with a curious expression on his face. 

“why should anything be wrong with me going into my own room”?. Still in a fixed state from the sudden action, he said after placing his hands on his chest to help him stop chocking “sir all my years working for you, you have never run up the stairs like that, I found it very strange and I had to help”. Vazquez said.

Martinez laughed out loud, “wait did you just say Mr. Riccardo had never run through these steps, how then did he move when he was in a hurry”? he asked him with a broad and wild grin showing al his teeth.

Vazquez still struggling with his irregular breathing kept his peace bowed to his master and left the room.

“Can you imagine that? So that man doesn’t run, no wonder he’s sick”. 

“Why did I put his cellphone, I need to check things out”. 

He scrutinize the room with his eyes, he couldn’t find what he was looking for, he opened a room directly opposite his bedroom, it was a long broad way filled with clothes shoes and luxuries. 

“What is this? A shopping mall inside a bedroom”? “Now I believe he’s filthy rich”.

Martinez enters inside the room, he sees Mr. Riccardo’s collection of sun shades, a dressing mirror was at the center, he tried one of it on.

“this looks good on me, so bad it’s not my body”; he returned it back to its spot, he opened one of the numerous closets, it was filled with new, clean well arranged tuxedo’s of various colors and styles.

“Even if I wear one per minute, will not be done in a year; this is crazy”. A passage beside the closet caught his attention. 

The room was painted white also just like the sitting room, but that passage had a yellow painting, Martinez walked inside the passage; there was a door’. 

He bends to examine the door and see through the small space from the keyhole, not pleased with the view he places his hand on the door knob to open the door.