“Did you by any chance give someone such an amount you speak of, yesterday?” The bank manager asked, gazing at Sam curiously.
Sam was rather confused by his question, why would he give someone a hundred million dollars, when he himself had just gotten the same amount of money the previous day?
Seeing the confusion in Sam’s eyes, “Something like a gift to someone,” he clarified.
Sam gave a negative nod, still looking lost.
The manager seemed to have remembered something, the previous day, a wealthy man had gifted his grandson a hundred million dollars; so he thought maybe Sam was the man, that would have confirmed that he truly had such an amount in his bank.
The little crowd in the bank had their attention and ears on the matter that was happening between Sam and the bankers, it was rather embarrassing for Sam; even now that he became totally rich overnight, he was still being ridiculed.
When the manager saw that Sam wasn’t the person he had expected him to be, his face reverted into a sneer.
“Let me have your card, Mr.?”
“Samuel Jonathan,” Sam completed, struggling free from the securities that were trying to hold him down, a frown on his face.
He handed over the card to the bank manager and hoped all this would be sorted. He saw the money with his own eyes yesterday when it entered into his account.
The manager took one glance at the card and threw it back at Sam, his face was starting to squeeze into an angry expression.
“There’s no way you’d have a hundred million dollars in that card, Mr. Samuel, stop constituting a nuisance and embarrassing yourself; get out of here while you can.” The manager snapped, turning to walk back to his office, but Sam wasn’t done.
“Why would you say that? I saw the money enter my account, I can show you on my phone,” Sam persisted, walking slowly to where the manager was, the securities were following him closely behind, ready to apprehend him if he made any silly move.
“Only a golden card can hold over fifty million dollars, Mr. Sam, and what you have with you isn’t a golden card; it simply means you’re the fraud here,”
“Now if you do not want me to tag you as one, kindly leave the bank premises,” the manager warned, giving Sam a chance to go freely.
“Sir, he still has a loan of a thousand dollars he has to pay,” the clerk chipped in, reminding the manager of Sam’s debt.
“Oh, I totally forgot about that, it seems you can’t go freely anymore Mr. Samuel, till you settle your debt,” the manager affirmed.
“I wonder how someone who claims to have a hundred million dollars in his account owes the bank just a thousand dollars, that sounds like an insult. We are not fools here, Mr. Samuel,” the manager added, he was tired of this whole situation.
Sam was completely beaten, he had no more words to defend himself, the manager was good at his game. He was a banker after all, and Sam wasn’t one. All he knew was that he saw the money enter into his account.
There was no way he could tell them that he became rich overnight; even if he did, no one would believe it, because it took a while before he himself did.
Sam knew this was the end of the road for him, the money he had in his account before Mr. Clinton sent a hundred million dollars was just five hundred dollars, it wasn’t enough to settle his debt, but he could at least give him leverage.
As he was about to speak, a middle-aged man walked into the bank and his voice interrupted Sam’s.
“Who has the black Cadillac parked outside?”
The whole room was quiet for a few seconds, Sam looked at the man closely; he was dressed like one of Clinton’s guards, but he wasn’t part of them, he wasn’t as huge and muscular as they were even if he didn’t remember their faces; their physique was enough.
“I do, is there a problem?” Sam was the only person who spoke after the middle-aged man.
The clerk was the first to let out a small giggle, before the few people at the bank also laughed lightly, some gazing at Sam scornfully.
A man that was claiming to have a hundred million dollars that he doesn’t have would have a car? That was what the people thought, and not only that; Sam wasn’t dressed or looked like someone who was wealthy.
The bank manager just shook his head, he couldn’t get why Sam was pretending to own things he didn’t have, but then he was shocked at what he saw next.
Sam brought out his car key in frustration and showed the middle-aged man, “I own the Cadillac outside, whether you believe it or not,”
Sam was starting to reach his limits of being humiliated, he waved the key for everyone who was doubting him to see.
The clerk still didn’t believe it was his, he must have stolen it or borrowed it, but it didn’t stop the surprise that covered her face.
However, the few people in the bank who had looked down on Sam because of the little issue that ensued between him and the bankers started having second thoughts.
The man who had asked who owned the car had no idea what was going on in the bank. Although he was certain that something was wrong it was actually none of his business.
“Sorry, but you’d have to move your car from that spot, an important guest is arriving soon, and we need that spot reserved for him,” the man said, with a simple smile on his face.
“I’m calling the guest now, please make it snappy,” the man added and brought out a cell phone from his jacket.
“I’ll be back,” Sam said, staring at the bank manager condescendingly.
“One of my guards would go with you,” the manager replied, and immediately one of the security guards started walking behind Sam.
He didn’t trust Sam either and didn’t believe he was the one who owns the car.
Sam frowned but allowed the security guard to follow behind him, he had no choice.
The man who wanted the Cadillac moved, dialed the number of the honorable guest he was expecting and suddenly, Sam's phone ranged….
Sam’s phone ranged so loud inside the bank, because of the silence, it startled some of the customers and it angered the bank manager. “Turn the phone off Mr. Sam, this is a banking hall,” the bank manager growled, fury in his eyes. Sam had been tempting him to pour out his anger for some time now, and he was finally succeeding. Everybody inside the bank turned their attention to Sam whose phone was still ringing aloud, even the man who was busy dialing the honorable guest's number looked at him disgustedly because of the sound. Sam didn’t listen to the bank manager, he didn’t care about the eyes that were staring at him, he was getting used to this everyday humiliation; yesterday it was at the restaurant and now today, it was in a bank. His life had gone from bad to good, and to bad again since Amelia left him for Derek. Sam looked at the manager scornfully, before picking up the call and he immediately he did, the middle-aged man that was calling the honorable guest saw that th
“Pack your things and leave at once, I’ll have your sack letters ready in no time,” The president urged, he was so mad at them for treating a customer in such a way. It wasn’t even because Sam was an important guest, it was ordinary decency to treat a customer well.The whole bank was silent again for a moment, all the workers in the bank including the customers were all shocked by the sudden decision that Christopher Logan just made. The manager and his clerk were too surprised to even utter a word, Christopher was a very strict man when it came to discipline. They won’t be able to plead with him to forgive them, that was the end of their jobs. Sam wasn’t surprised that they were sacked, and he didn’t try to plead on their behalf, they deserved it for the humiliation they did to him, people like them do not deserve to work at a place like this. He was totally disappointed in their service. Being ridiculed and humiliated at the restaurant was still acceptable since he was a worker
Sam was angry with what Amelia just said, but he maintained composure, he was a wealthy man now, and getting unnecessarily angry wasn’t ideal, he’d let his money speak for him. Although she was just talking only to Sam’s friends, the crowd in front of the post was surprised at her behavior. It was irrational and immature, some people who wanted to get jobs from the post walked away disgustedly, but still, the crowd didn’t reduce, who wouldn’t want to work in a prestigious company? Sam’s friends were furious at her words, they had no idea that she and Sam had broken up, was it because of that, she wouldn’t offer them a job? “That’s kind of stupid, Amelia, just because you’re anchoring this post doesn’t make you a god you know,” one of Sam’s roommates in college spoke out outrageously. He was upset about Amelia’s mindset, they were inheriting another man’s sin. Amelia gave him a stern look without uttering a word, she continued attending to people that weren’t Sam’s friends, howev
Amelia was laughing like it was a joke, but she was actually calling security on her cell phone. “Hello, we have a problem here, at Derek’s and Co post…..yeah,....please hurry up,” She dropped the call with a smile. Sam wasn’t embarrassed by their laughter, nor was he moved by the call Amelia just made; he didn’t care anymore; they were all ignorant of his current state so he expected nothing less. A few of Sam's roommates, that didn’t join in insulting Sam when Amelia ordered it, were still there watching the scene, they were still trying to believe that all Sam was saying was the truth, because, even though they won’t talk bad against him, they knew how poor Sam was.Sam smiled and brought out the entry card that certifies you as an employer in the job fare. Showing it to Amelia and her doubting gang of betrayals, the laughter subsided when they saw the card Sam was holding, it was just like the ones sitting on Amelia’s table. It was meant only for employers. “That’s probably a
“Hi Amelia,” Charity waved with a beautiful smile. But Amelia was in no mood for pleasantries, she had a dreadful sneer on her face and was embarrassed and pained for what Sam was doing. She still believed he was doing it to get back to her, but it was already going too far beyond what she could call a prank. Charity was a little surprised that her best friend didn’t respond to her greetings, but merely looking at her would tell anyone that Amelia wasn’t herself.“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, don’t tell me?” Benson paused, glancing at Amelia and then at Sam. He was confused, what was really going on; who was employing who? “Wait, I’m lost… what’s happening?”Benson questioned, curiously. He couldn’t deduce what was going on. He had called for Sam to attend the job fare, because he knew Sam was broke and needed a job to sustain himself, but seeing Sam here with a group of people around him was confusing. “I’m hiring, Ben,” Sam replied, stealing a glance at Charity, he fe
“Is all this for real?” Ben approached Sam, looking anxiously at him. Now that Amelia had gone, it was time for Sam to explain how he was hiring people in the job fare instead of trying to get a job. He needed an explanation for the words that kept coming out of his mouth. “Let the lady answer, Ben. I cannot begin to explain,” Sam giggled, glancing at Ben and then returning his gaze to Charity who was still reasoning the offer. She was also doubting, maybe all this was merely a joke; because there was absolutely no way Sam was hiring people to work for him while he dropped out of school just to provide for a woman who had dumped him. “I would like to know what position you wish to employ me in and the salary compensation,” Charity tucked her blonde hair beside her ear, suddenly feeling shy for no reason. “My personal assistant, I need someone I can trust with my affairs. I’m willing to give you $5000 for accepting my offer and then $10,000 as your monthly compensation,” Sam answ
Sam was utterly confused hearing the elderly man with gray hair calling him son, or maybe it was just because he was a young man. Old people tend to do that a lot. He walked slowly to the couch where the men sat, glancing at the number of guards that stood around the room; he couldn’t recognize any of them, they weren’t Clinton’s guards. Sam made himself comfortable on an empty couch next to the one the men were sitting on. The surprise was still on his face, but he wasn’t really aware of it. “Would you like a drink?” Clinton grabbed the bottle and began to fill an empty glass cup that had been kept for him. Sam hardly takes alcohol, but that wasn’t because he was allergic to it or anything; it was simply because he couldn’t afford it. He collected the glass from Clinton and stared at the golden brown liquid, he was damn anxious. Who was this man? He really wanted to know. “I know you must be having several thoughts in your mind as to who I am,” the man began. Sam raised his g
Jonathan walked into the sitting room through another door, he didn’t come from the elevator which means he had been in the villa before Sam came in. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, and red tie; looking like a sharp billionaire; Sam had never seen him looking so expensive and handsome. Jonathan was a little bit older than Ethan, but now that he looked more closely, they looked so much alike; and they both had gray hairs. Sam had always noticed that he looked a little bit like Jonathan, the man who he thought was his grandfather. But now, he realized he looked more like Ethan than Jonathan, they had the same blue eyes, and it was obvious that Ethan's gray hair was once blonde like Sam’s. Jonathan buttoned up his blazers and sat beside Sam, who looked like he just saw a ghost. With Jonathan present, his disbelief had been erased; all that Ethan had said was true. Sam covered his face with both hands as he tried to take in everything he had just heard. His life had changed for
Ariana stood outside the hospital, ever since she called Derek, she hadn’t gone back inside. She wanted to be the first one o recieve him, she had to try and stop Derek from doing any harm to Sam, she knew he was going to blame him for everything that happened to both Elena and Ethan. Even though a part of it was his fault too. An ambulance arrived the hospital, but it sound didn’t jolt Ariana from her thoughts, she kept on going forward and backwards on the open area in front of the big hospital. “Stay with us, sir…stay with us.” The words were loud and demanding and it got Ariana to stare at the person who was saying it. Just as she looked behind her shoulders, her eyes fell on the man who was lying on the moving stretcher, it was Derek! Ariana didn’t know when she started running towards the stretcher, tears streaming down her eyes at will. What the hell happened? What’s going on in her miserable life? These unanswered questions hit her hard, it was as if her heart would rip o
Immediately Ariana reported the news to Derek, she heard a beeping sound that indicated that the receiver had hung up. She fell down on her knees outside the hospital and continued crying her eyes out, somewhere deep inside her heart; she prayed that the news hadn’t affected Derek in anyway.***The cell phone dropped from Derek’s hand and landed on the marble floor of his sitting room, the glass of whiskey he was holding in his left also fell off his grip and shattered on the floor, causing Amelia to rush out of the kitchen that was close to the sitting room. His eyes were wide and filled with uttermost despair, he couldn’t describe what he was feeling at the moment, he heard what Ariana said clearly, he had an hunch something was wrong that was why he picked up the call immediately. Ever since he joined his mother to get the inheritance off Sam, Ariana hadn’t called him in awhile. Amelia hurried out of the kitchen, rushing into the room; she had a shocking expression on her face
Sam felt a double blow to his heart, in the midst of all these tribulations, Derek was coming for him. It wasn’t as if he didn’t expect it, he was somehow responsible for thier mother’s death, and Derek who has forever hated him would always believe he was the cause of Elena’s death. “Although I’ve spoken to him about not doing something stupid, but I’m not really sure he’s going to heed to my advise, which is the reason I’m telling you.” Clinton continued, staring at Sam closely. It was now somewhat his responsibility to take care of Sam, now that Ethan was in the brink of death, but he kept praying in his heart for God to give Ethan few more months. “What do you mean Derek is coming for him?” Ariana who had been listening for awhile chipped in, sniffing and staring suprisedly at Clinton. “You and Ethan are the only people who would believe the story about Elena’s death, Derek will not; and I’m sure you know why,” Clinton responded. Sam was still silent and confused as fear stre
Sam pulled up from the embrace and stared at his fiancée with so much affection in his blue eyes. Emily’s eyes widened and her smile brightened, she was pregnant for Sam, just when her step sister aborted his child. It seemed the child reincarnated or something. “Are…are you for real?” The surprise and joy was so obvious on her expression, she hadn’t felt this much joy before, despite the fact that she just escaped death narrowly. How situations can change in a split of a second. “The doctor just told me now, the baby’s safe and I’m mostly glad that you’re also,” Sam revealed, he was almost starting to tear up now. “Oh gosh, I’m so so happy… can’t believe this is happening, Sam.” Emily’s voice sounded like she’d burst into tears soon. “It is happening, Em, you’re going to be a mum and I would be a dad, even though we just experienced the most traumatic experience of our lives, this news has brought so much joy, enough to overwhelm our sadness,” Sam narrated, staring at Emily wit
“Talk to me, Ariana, what is it you want to tell me?” Ethan climbed off the bed and rushed towards Ariana, holding her hands. He was surprised at her sudden burst in tears, what could have gone wrong, his heart started to pound abnormally in an instant. “I don’t know how to say this, but, promise me that you wouldn’t be affected by this news,” Ariana cried, even though she had mentioned the first two words, Ethan hadn’t grabbed what she wanted to talk about. He was still totally in the dark. Ethan looked at her confusedly, she was making him more scared and his heartbeat continued to move up drastically. He couldn’t promise such a thing, because he had no idea what she wanted to reveal to him and with all of this fuss, it was certain that it was something negative. “What’s going on, Ariana? You’re making me anxious already, just spill the beans,” Ethan's patience wouldn’t last long, has he held Ariana's hands, he was staring into her teary eyes and it was breaking his heart. But
Sam’s mouth fell open, but no words came out. He was totally unaware of that, especially in this kind of situation, who would have thought that Emily was pregnant. “The baby’s fine, even after the drugs and stress she went through, it’s actually a miracle somewhat,” the doctor continued, smiling broadly, oblivious to what was going on in Sam’s head. Sam still remained shocked and mute, Emily was pregnant for him, God was really working miracles, just when Amelia had gone and aborted his child, then came another one. “Mr. Sam…. Mr. Samuel, are you okay?” The doctor was suddenly concerned about Sam's silence and shocked expression. Sam nodded positively without uttering any words, his eyes still popped wide. “Why is it so surprising to hear that your wife’s pregnant, actually I thought you’d tell me you know already,” the doctor was starting to get confused with Sam’s reactions and response to the news he just delivered. “You… oh God, you wouldn’t understand, doc. But I’m so glad
Jonathan who was already scared because of his present predicament, and wasn’t concentrating on the conversation was overwhelmingly shocked by what he just heard Clinton say. Dead? How’s that even possible? He thought, Jonathan couldn’t believe it, just as he couldn’t believe he’d be going to jail soon. Derek shook his head, staring at Clinton with his eyes wide open and his heart beating so hard like it’d pop out of his chest. It seems what he just heard was a fluke or something, there was no way that was true. “Wha…what…what did you just say?” He stuttered, trying as much as possible to calm his nerves and not believe what he heard earlier. Clinton sighed, this was the real reason why he came to pass the message himself, he was so sure that Derek would take the hit harder than Ariana because Derek loved his mother more than Ethan, it was as if the two children picked one parent each. However, they still loved both thier parents. If it had been Sam giving this report, it’d even
(Back in Ethan’s Mansion) Ariana went into the guest bathroom to wash up her face, she had cried her eyes out and Ethan would definitely know no matter how hard she tried to hide it. She could reduce the swollen part of her face but the redness in her eye balls wouldn’t be easily removed. She stared at the mirror, looking at her reflection for a few seconds; but all she was seeing was the flashes of her mother’s face. Still, she couldn’t believe that Elena was dead, it was the most difficult reality to accept and it shattered her heart to molecules even though she didn’t have a perfect relationship with her mother. Now, it was evident and obvious that she’d become an orphan very soon, losing both her parents at such a tender age. The fact that none of them was going to hold her hand and lead her through the aisle and bless her marriage when she decided to have one was heartbreaking. Ariana had no idea how she wanted to relay the message to her father without him getting a heart a
Derek stepped out of the vehicle slowly, gazing at Clinton with so much suspicion; no one except he and Jonathan knew about the location that Elena was, then how the hell did Clinton know about Elena? That was Derek’s first surprise, but that wasn’t all, now that it seemed like something was going on in the location where Elena was, he also had information about that. It was obviously concluded that Elena had been discovered, Derek thought, closing the door to his vehicle carefully. “Let’s go in, Derek. What I’m about to tell you is very important,” Clinton didn’t wait for approval, he started walking towards Derek’s mansion as soon as he finished talking. Derek glanced at Jonathan and then at Clinton again who was already close to the front door of his house. What exactly was going on? Derek was utterly confused and he was being killed with uttermost suspense. “We need to hear him out, Derek. Clinton doesn’t joke around, but you and I know that for Clinton to have information ab