Friday nights was club hour for Stella and her pals. During such moments she would criticize Susan and what she had planned to do to her, Roger and Jamole once she tied the knot with Anderson Peters.Meanwhile this was the first time she would be hanging out with her pals after her return from the Caribbean; she couldn’t wait to gist them of her luxurious pleasure with the apparent heir to Swan Group.They had phoned her and demanded for a shout since she could obviously be having plenty of money to spare after spending one month with Anderson Peters.They had occupied the VVIP.Zara, Vivian and Kennedy stayed back and stared at Stella spray wads of dollars on the strippers in the club. She was hailed by onlookers for spraying such huge amount of money on the strippers who barely made as much in a night.“Hey, I may be the richest pregnant woman,” Stella sounded, smiling cheeks to cheeks as she advanced to join her pals who relaxed to the most expensive cognac and spirits.Zara replied
Susan’s security rode her in the wheel chair and as soon as they got into the conference hall no staff was present. She widened her gaze and clenched her jaw at the vagueness of the hall.“Where are they? I thought I invited them for a virtual meeting and why are they yet to report to this ground?” she cast an investigative gaze at her aide.Fidgeting the aid replied coldly, “Ye… yes ma’am you did but a contrary order came from Mrs. Stella Pitcher. As soon as the staff gathered she commanded everyone to disperse to their offices and never to honor your words.”“What!” Susan snapped, her fingers trembling and jaw waggled within her face, “What arrant nonsense! Please ride me to Stella’s office now!” she commanded.“There is no need riding you to my office. You are not fit to be in my office because you exude ruin, Susan.” That was the voice of Stella interrupting her, before she came out from the corridor, and walked majestically towards Susan.Susan shot gloomy eyes at her and she did
Jamole was tensed as he paced up and down his fingers trembled as he made a phone call across to Anderson, Anderson hesitated to pick up from the other side.The fact was that Anderson was in the swimming pool with some curvaceous pretty ladies so he never realized his phone was ringing by the corner.A few days, ago Jamole paid him a whooping 1 million dollars for a job well done so he decided to merry and spend it on luxuries and women hoping to disappear out of sight any moment soon.After a few more calls, Anderson didn’t come through from the other side.“Shit!”Jamole beamed, pummeled his fist into his palm and tossed his phone to a corner; he needed to makesome confirmation if Zhang signed the A 10 document which was to put him at risk of losing Zhang Group to him.Jamole had ransacked photocopies of the documents Zhang signed and there was no sign of a copy of the A10 documents, in order words Zhang didn’t sign it.And if Zhang didn’t sign it he could lose Swan Group to Zhang
Into the middle of the night while Susan slept quietly in the bedroom Jamole stayed up all night, strategizing his vengeance. He was also swallowed in thought about his investment plans; his acres of land at the Hinterlane and Acrid Forest.Suddenly his phone rang and interrupted his thought; Anderson was calling. When he saw the call nothing came on his mind than the A10 document.“Hey, Anderson?” Jamole called.When Anderson replied from the other side, uncertainty hung in his voice and he suspected Jamole was expecting news about the missing document.“I don’t seem to be seeing the A10 document, boss. Please you just have to give me some more time to figure it out. I know how important the documents are to you.”Jamole sprang from his bed and Susan was startled from sleep. Quickly he squeezed into her night robe and walked into the lobby.“Is that the reason you called. Perhaps you want to know how important that document is to me. That document is my life. If we don’t find that doc
It was recess at Swan Group and most of the staffers hung out for lunch and to stretch their bones after long work hour.Andre and Jade hung out at the Spanish Café while they sat to their table of cold cocktail.“Information reaching me is that McDonald the richest man in New York is on the verge of launching his airline. Have you heard?” Andre queried.Jade jerked his head, “Not really, already everyone is carried away by the success of Swan Airline. I believe he gained inspiration from Swan Airline. The anonymous heir has opened the eyes of many billionaires.”Andre shrugged, “But I wonder why the anonymous heir decided to reside in the Caribbean instead of Antipolo. Perhaps he believes dudes like me will kick his ass if he should seize my salary.”Jade let a muffled laughter.“Hey I don’t think you know who the anonymous heir is. I wonder the kind of security and aide that will be in his entourage so that paupers like you can’t lay a finger on him…”Andre chortled and affirmed, “Ok
The next day after work, Jamole rode his scooter to a car dealer nearby town. At first glance, the thick , short Indian who was the car dealer raised a furious gaze at Jamole, staring at his unkempt looks and wondering what a ragged dude like him had come to do.Quickly he prepared his mind to repel him because the person he saw couldn’t afford a square meal let alone a Porsche.The Indian stared around; his security wasn’t on seat and he would have to fight tooth and nail to repel this ragged unshaven fellow.Jamole caught sight of Rolls Royce Cullinan, Bentley Bentaya and Porsche Panamera. They had all of the those cars in their garage at the villa but the Porsche caught his fancy.The red interior was his wife’s favorite color and the red allow wheel touched his soft spot in a more thrilling way.“I think I love that Porsche. I got to buy it,” he said in his mind and began to advance towards the Indian , who had already stood up with an iron rod handy.The Indian got himself armed a
The thick Indian burst into laughter and gagged his mouth.“Please, cousin don’t take the words of this pauper seriously,” he gestured at him from head to toe, “Take a look at him, just take good look at him. Does he look like one that can afford a square meal let alone a Porsche? This is one of those paupers that give us headache with their false lifestyle.The wife cut in, “Do you know he came on a scooter? That is the scooter over there.” She pointed across the road. “This poverty stricken thinks we are bluffing. I guess we will use him as a scape goat so that others can learn. We have had enough of them.”“That is Porsche Panamera.” The lanky Indian reminded Jamole through stern burning eyes. “Each is worth $2 million. That car is meant for fat cat and not for paupers…”Jamole interrupted him, “Yeah, the two of them are worth $ 4 million am I right?” He shook his head in affirmation and pushed forth his credit card, “I need them. Here is my credit card for payment. Withdraw the $ 4
“Take those two keys for the Porsche and drive me home.” He turned around, cast a furious stare at the car dealers before he walked away and hopped into the Lamborghini.“As my boss pleases,” the security replied and bowedThe wife to the bulky Indian kept staring at them, her mouth still gaping in shock and bewilderment. “This is unbelievable,” the wife mumbled.The bulky Indian smiled sheepishly as he stared keenly at Jamole being attended to by his band of security.In few seconds they sped away in the Porsche and Lamborghini, leaving a smug of dust behind“Laughing Cock!” the bulky Indian exclaimed, clicking his fingers , “What was that? He is a mogul? Am I dreaming? Can somebody just wake me up from slumber?”His wife sighed and quarreled, “I can’t believe we just lost $ 4 million. Shit! You caused this!” she pointed at the husband, “For four months we haven’t made any sales. Our cars are losing value. What the goddamn problem is this!”The bulky quarreled, “Oh spare me that! How