HEIR TO THE NOAH’S EMPIRE(son-in-law)

CHAPTER SEVEN

After another thirty minutes, he reached the company and sent the drive the money he needed. He got out of the car and began walking to the company.

Before he could enter, someone called him behind. He turned, and it was an old man wearing some sort of uniform.

“Where do you think you are going, sir? This place is not for people like you. Yes, I know who you are. You are the youngest son-in-law of the Noah family. We are not looking for workers,” he spoke.

“No, sir, I didn’t come here to—“

“Save me the trouble. Just leave. You thought by marrying in the family you will be rich? Just leave or I will throw you out myself,” he spoke.

Trevor tried to explain himself to the man. But the old man was hell bent on throwing him out of the company. He tried calling Charity, but the woman was not picking up.

“What do you think you are doing?” A young woman about Eliza’s age came out of the company. “Do you know the man you are touching like that?” She asked him.

“Yes, Miss Mpundu, He is the son-in-law of the Noah family. The loser. I told him we are not looking for workers, but he doesn’t want to leave,” the old man explained.

She laughed as she got closer. “I’m sorry about this. I’m Charity. We talked on the phone,” she told him and stretched a hand.

“It’s fine,” he said and shakes her hand.

She had long red hair that reached her waist. She wore a nervy blue suit. Trousers that went well with her body. And she matched up the look with black high-heeled shoes and a silver necklace.

“Peter, you can go. I will take it from here. You can get back to work. And he is Mr. Mwansa. The owner of the company you are working at,” she told him.

He looked at Trevor and then knelt down. “Please forgive me, sir. I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m so sorry. Don’t fire me,” he pleaded.

He helped the man up, “it’s fine, sir. You were just doing you job after all. It’s fine. I will not fire you, old man. Not go and watch the gate,” he smiled at him, but his head was clouded with questions.

“Thank you sir,” the man spoke and took one questionable look at Trevor before he left.

He turned to look at Charity. “What crazy thing is going on here? How is this my company? I don’t have any company and I’m sure I know nothing about what you are talking about. Why do I have money in my account even when I have put nothing there?” He asked her.

She smiled and gestured for them to work inside, “before Mr. Noah kicked the bucket, he started up this wine company. And he left it in your name. But he mentioned nothing about it to us. Only that we shouldn’t tell any member of the family except for you. It wasn’t until a few weeks that we found your contacts and here we are,” she spoke as they went into the elevator.

Everyone they came across bowed their heads in respect. This was freaking crazy. Now he can save his marriage and the company. He can show the family he is not a good for nothing son-in-law.

She explained everything to him as they walked to the meeting room. Told him all he needed to know about the wine company and how well it was doing. And if they strike this deal, then they will reach milestones.

But one question remained in his head. Why didn’t Mr. Noah want his family to know about the company? Why did he leave it in Trevor’s hands in the first place? He had his daughter and grandchildren. But he left it in his hands. Why?

“Just follow what I have written there and we will be okay,” she gave him the file as they entered the room.

All the four men stood up as they saw him. They all looked to be outsiders. They didn’t look like someone from his homeland. Not in Lusaka. And they all wear perfectly fitting suits.

He fixed his and walked to his chair. His heart racing. He knew nothing of what he was doing. He didn’t expect this whole thing. What if he blew it? What if he ruins this for all of them? For the company.

“Morning gentlemen,” he spoke, trying to catch a breath.

They rumbled morning back with smiles.

“I have got to say, this is some big and nice wine company you have here. The best one we have seen so far in Zambia. And your wine is just as well,” one of them spoke.

“Thank you, sir. I owe that to my team,” he dipped his head.

“So, let’s talk business now. About the proposal you sent. We think it’s okay. But we need to be assured before we move on with everything. We need to see how good your company has been doing locally and internationally,” the other man to his left spoke.

He looked at Charity, and she gestured for the file.

He opened it and gave the paper that was at first to them. “As you can see, we have been growing ever since we have started. Each year we get an increase of almost thousands of dollars,” he spoke, reading what. Charity wrote for him. “Now, here are the bank statements you wanted to see. You can see how we spend the money and how productive each investment has been,” he added, giving them the bank statements.

They talked to each other in whispers. Smiling as they looked at the papers he kept handing them. Telling them what Charity prepares for him.

He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. How his life could just change overnight. It felt like a dream that he didn’t want to wake up from.

He sighed, the idea of saving his marriage, and the company came to mind.

I’m coming, Eliza. Hold on a little longer. He thought