It’s been a week since the surgery and Mr Winchester was still yet to regain consciousness. Michael insisted he should be the first person his father should see when he finally comes around, so he never for once left the hospital. How ironic life could be, with all the wealth that Mr Winchester had garnered he was going to live the remainder of his entire life like a puppet on strings. The thought of this gave his son sleepless nights but he rather prefer he was still alive. He hoped the doctors were wrong about the disorder. Finally, he was awake. Michael could see his father roaming his eyes up and down, groaning in the process; an indication he was trying to speak but no words came out.What if he was paralyzed, Michael cared less at the moment, and all that mattered was that his father was back to life. “Dad! You are awake.” Michael said in excitement.“Oh my God. Nurse! Nurse!” he called out happily as he exited the room and returned with a doctor and a nurse. The doctor placed
Michael guffawed so loud that every other communication in the restaurant ceased for a minute, all eyes turned toward their table and he quickly covered his mouth as he ended the laugh in his palms.“You must be joking, Mrs McCoy. Can you hear yourself? Charles Edward?” He said before he snorted.“Yes Michael, he is the one responsible for the attack on your father”“Can you stop saying that? That man is more than an emissary to my dad. He have given his whole life to him, all my father have accomplished is all thanks to him. Why on earth would he want him dead?” Michael stared at her with a frown as he expressed disappointment in her accusation.“Because he want what is rightfully yours; to take over the companies and inherit your father’s wealth to himself,” she quickly glanced to her left and right looking suspicious.“What are you afraid of? This restaurant is very secured,” Michael asked as he noticed how tensed and uneasy she was.“Mr Charles, if he finds out about this I wil
How can the Winchester empire stand without Mr Charles, he knew the ins and outs of the companies even more than Mr Winchester himself. Nobody deserved the post more than him but his deceit cannot be overlooked.Michael could not even sleep, he rolled from one side of the bed to the other; caught in the confusion of whether what he did to Charles was right or wrong. “He planned to kill dad and take control of his wealth, he deserved it,” was the justification Michael gave to himself.With Mr Charles no more, who will manage all his father’s companies? Was the question that took sleep from his eyes till the next morning.“Young master, Mr Winchester is refusing to eat,” a female voice called from the door and Michael slowly opened his eyes. He could not sleep the whole night and had just closed his eyes this morning only to be wake by the senior cook of the mansion.Michael quickly followed her to his dad’s room as he dismissed the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. “He did
All decisions regarding Winchester oil and gas will now be made by Mrs Jennifer McCoy, that means she had the right to decide who the company will collaborate with, how it will spend if funds as well as who can invest in the company. In short she now controlled Winchester oil and gas.The whole boardroom seemed to be delighted with Michael’s declaration. Their excitement was an assurance for Michael that he made the right decision.A deep smile invaded her face as she stood from her seat as the others applauded her with an unending clap “Thank you! Thank you!” She said as she did a semi bow.“I don’t know what to say right now but am very honored to be assigned this great task. And I promise you this Michael, I will not disappoint your trust. I will take this company from the height it is to become the greatest oil company in the whole world,” she said as passion filled her voice.“I will generate so much billions for this company more than anyone could ever imagine. This I promise al
If there's something money cannot accomplish, then it's beyond existence. Michael sat with a big smile on his face as he watched the news.“A record-breaking achievement was set with the construction of the fastest-ever-built refinery, which concluded in just two months,” reported the news anchor woman.“The refinery stands out not only as the fastest construction project but also as the largest in the entire Middle East. It is anticipated to have a daily production capacity of 1.3 million barrels of oil and an annual revenue generation of $3 billion.” The reporter added.Its been two months since Michael gave that blank check to Mrs McCoy and now the whole world is talking about the mysterious oil refinery built within two months. How possible is that? But with money nothing is impossible, considering the number of blank checks Mrs McCoy had received from Michael.Though Michael never knew how much money was used to build the refinery but generating $3 billion dollars a year was rea
Two months in prison took the flesh out of Mr Charles; he looked like he could be whisked away by the faintest breeze.Michael scowled at him with a frown as the police escorted him to the defendant table where he sat beside Mr Raphael and the defense attorney.The court clerk announced the case and the judge asked the prosecuting attorneys to state their claim. “Your honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. The evidences we will be presenting will prove beyond reasonable doubts that Mr Charles Edward an emissary to Mr Gareth Winchester conspired with hired thugs to end his employer’s life,” one of the prosecuting attorneys said before taking his seat.“Your honor, permit me to invite Mr Smith into the witness box,” the second attorney requested.“Permission granted,” the Judge said and the police dragged a man into the witness box.“Are you Mr Turner Smith?” the attorney asked.“Yes, that’s me,” the man responded with a lower tune.“If I may ask, Smith, what do you do for a living?”
Every head that turned behind seemed to exclaim the same words “Mr Winchester!”.How could it be possible? Michael fed this man before he left for the court this morning, he was still a puppet two hours ago. What suddenly happened?“Da-dad?” Michael stammered as he stood from his seat.“Is that not Mr Winchester?” The judged asked as he took off his glasses like he could see better without them.“Yes your honor, it is me Gareth Winchester” he responded slowly as he took weak steps to the nose of the court and the nurse followed behind.“Are you not supposed to be…” the judge started to say before he stopped.“Paralyzed? Yes I was before few minutes ago” Mr Winchester responded.Murmur intensified from the crowd as Michael tried to settle between disbelief and excitement. “Bless God,” Mr Charles muttered slowly after a heavy sigh.“Any way the court is happy to see you well again. I was just about to pronounce punishment for the person who wronged you. Please have a seat as I state t
Michael sighed as he stood in front of a door with the inscription ‘Mrs Jennifer McCoy; managing director’.He was about to face the woman he once labelled as a saint but was recently unveiled as a demon. He wore a fake smile as he pushed the door opened.“Michael! I never knew you were coming, please have a seat,” Mrs McCoy said with a smile as she pointed to the visitor’s seat across her desk.Her welcome smile was a reminder of how mischievous she was. “Thank you,” Michael responded with his teeth out as he tried to keep the fake smile on.“How was the hearing? I hope that greedy man got the punishment he deserves”Michael wanted to slap the hell out of her but he suddenly remembered what Mr Charles said to him “be careful and don’t loose your temper around her, she is as sly as a fox”.Michael smiled even more “Of course yes. The Judge sentenced him to 20 years of imprisonment”.“Yes!” Mrs McCoy exclaimed in excitement as she jumped from her seat like she just won a jackpot. “Your