Amazing Doctor Richester

Chapter Six

Zoey followed Stella back to her office. Stella didn't look affected by her lame husband's statement. She sighed heavily as she took her seat, Zoey sat across from her.

"What will become of Rich? Does he have anywhere to go? Why did he quit?" Zoey was worried but she didn't want to show it.

"Don't mind him. He will eventually return begging, he does this once in a year." She rolled her eyes, looking uninterested in the conversation.

"Anyways, did you see John last night? I can't keep my eyes away from him." Stella changed the conversation and Zoey shook her head in disbelief.

"Ella, you are married. Don't you ever forget that." Zoey reminded her with a friendly tone.

"Do we call that one husband? He is nothing but a useless statue." She said,

"I don't know what to say to you. It also suits him right since he is timid and silly." Zoey spat and that lightened Stella's mood, she laughed happily.

"Rather than talking about my silly husband, how about a little champagne party for the morning?" Stella suggested while curling her lips, her eyes were urging Zoey.

Richester walked along the street in devastation. Everyone knew him in the street so every step he took led to one gossip or the other. He wanted a change of story and also wanted to take revenge on Stella.

She humiliated him too much and he wanted to repay her a hundredfold. He brought out his phone from his pocket and checked the alert message again. He was curious to know if the money was real.

"New task: Glam up in next 3 hours." The computerized voice came up again. He didn't look so startled like the first time.

"Look here, system, are you real? Can I rely on you?" He spoke in a low tone and passerby wondered if he had gone insane.

"Yes you can. As long as you accomplish every task and follow the instructions, you will be fine." The computerized voice gave him an assurance which boosted his morale.

"So, I have to glam up?" As he said, he took a look at what he was wearing.

His shoe had already opened in the front like a hungry shark and his outfit had gone stale due to too much washing.

"Fine, let's do this." He stepped into the shopping mall close to the street he was in and the couple approached him.

"Good morning, I want to shop." He said confidently.

The couple exchanged weird stares before looking at him again.

"Shop? You?" The woman scoffed in disbelief.

"Aren't you the same man that acts like a puppet to his wife? The last time I checked, you aren't allowed to spend their family's funds." The man shook his head while clicking his tongue.

"I'm not here to spend their money. I want to shop with my own money." He flashed the card at their face and the wife laughed.

"Honey, I think he has stolen someone's card or at least it's fake." The woman assumed.

The fact that none of them wanted to believe him, got him irritated and annoyed. It was as though his past circumstance had made him so useless that even when he was about to change, they deemed it as impossible.

"Now that we are still acting kind, please leave this place." The man said seriously, pushing him away.

"Look here, I'm going to shop in this mall and pay. If I don't pay, do whatever you want to do with me." He said vividly, having a little trust in the card he was holding.

Inwardly, he started having the what ifs thought and was afraid. What if after all this pride the card declines or there is no money in it?

Though he was worried, he dared not to show it. The couple exchanged knowing stares before turning to him again, they were willing to give him a chance.

"Fine, go ahead and shop then. You won't leave this shop if you are trying to scam us." The woman mounted the cashier counter with her husband while he explored the mall with one of the mall attendants.

His eyes were popping out whenever he saw attractive suits and outfits. He has never worn any in his life, and the sparkling timberland shoes. He was in awe, dimwit of the choice to make.

"Are you sure you can afford that? I know this isn't a thrift store but you can check the outfits from $20 to $50 dollars rather than these." The mall attendant informed him in mockery as soon as he touched the tuxedo suit.

"I'm not here to buy second hand or cheap things." The pride he was evading wasn't as planned until he got to the counter with what he took.

His heart was beating skeptically with fear and anxiety. The couple shot a glance at him and the things he plan on getting.

"Are you sure about this?" The woman rolled her eyes and started inputting the prices on the computer.

"Your bill is $5,000." the woman said sternly as she thought he would never have such money. Her hand was in the air, waiting to receive his card.

He swiped his card in the payment machine, confidently.

"Successful?" The man couldn't believe his eyes, they had to look at Richester for the second time as he took his goods.

"Sometimes, there is more to life than meets the eyes." That was his last word as he left the mall, the couple were shocked.

"But he… how come? The card even bore his name." The woman was in deep confusion and astonishment.

He returned home and met its silence, even the servants were nowhere to be found. He assumed that he would be the next person in charge of cooking and house clean up again.

"Fuck them." He spat as he went into his room.

A thought banged in his head and he rushed into Stella's master bedroom. He has never stepped his foot there since their issue thus the structure and perfect furnishing attracted him and he found it admirable.

He started ransacking her drawers in search of the hospital agent's number. He heard from a colleague that Mandela's hospital shares were dropping and they're looking for a new buyer for their next project.

He wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world. He tapped his feet on the ground as the phone rang.

"Who's this?" The caller asked rudely which was a sign of poor manners and poor customer service

"It's Richester." He said boldly.

"Are you calling to beg me to talk your wife out? She won't accept you back easily this time." The agent said coldly over the phone and he smirked.

"No." He said.

"Then what?" The agent asked.

"I want to buy off Mandela's hospital." He said with contempt and the agent gasped over the phone.