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
What a bad day it was for the Winchesters, though Mr Winchester was now fully mobile what was the good in that when he had lost more than half of his wealth.Michael was frustrated with himself, all he wanted was to prove himself and make his father proud. But instead he landed into the chubby woman’s trap costing his father everything.Even when they returned home no one had appetite and Michael seemed to blame himself for it. “I made this mess and I will surely clean it,” Michael vowed to himself. But what could he do?.Another sleepless night at the Winchester mansion as Mr Winchester and his emissary tried to work out a way to recover his wealth but to no avail.“Michael, you have been away from school for two months it’s time you resume,” Mr Winchester said to break the silence during breakfast the next day.“I will dad, but not till I help you recover all Mrs McCoy stole from you” Michael said.“No Michael, you should leave that to me and Charles, we will handle it,” he dismisse
“Come on Michael, you should stay awhile for the group study. You have been away from school for two months, Kimberly and I can put you through in some courses,” Emily insisted.“Yes Michael, your girlfriend is absolutely right, you have missed a lot and the exams are starting in two weeks time, you have a lot to cover” Kimberly supported.Michael was too stubborn at the moment, he had already made up his mind “you guys will not understand, it is important that I return home immediately. But I promise to join the group before next week,” he explained.The girls knew he would not listen as determination echoed in his voice. Emily sighed in defeat as she placed her hand on his chest “okay then, see you tomorrow” she said and Michael quickly exited like he was been pursued.BACK AT THE WINCHESTER MANSIONMichael hurried into the sitting room as if he were late for an appointment. Inside, Mr. Winchester, his emissary, and Barrister Mike seemed engrossed in discussion. What else could they
“Are you sure about this?” Mr Charles asked as he handed over the fake documents to Michael the next morning.Michael nodded in agreement before he dashed into his car and drove off to school. He was taking a great risk but he knew it was worth it.On reaching the school he discovered Jack and Sydney had already gathered the students in the parking lot. It seemed he was the one they were waiting for “we thought you would never show up again” Jack said as Michael stepped out from his car.“You should not keep the son of the richest man in the country waiting, it’s disrespectful,” Jack added.“You mean the son of two thieves?” Michael said and Jack frowned.“Jack show him the papers and be done with it, he will no longer address your parents as thieves once he sees the ownership documents,” Sydney said with a stern.Jack opened the door of his Rolls Royce to carry the documents and the girls couldn’t hold it back “wow!” making Jack to chuckle. If not for the fact that Sydney was there,