THE RETURN OF BILLIONAIRE DON

Chapter 2: Uncertain

The sun was scorching hot and they was barely any breeze. Still contemplating at the gate of the bank. 

“Sorry sir, can we help you?” one of the security men from the bank gate asked. 

“Me?” I pointed to myself unsure about if it was me they were talking to.

“Yes you sir, were you sent by someone or?” He asked further.

“I don’t understand sir is this not a bank where I can withdraw money.” I said, puzzled?

 “Oh sir, it seems like you don’t understand. This bank is not just for anybody, it is…"

"Let the man go in and let the receptionist answer him, why are you questioning him?" "He won't understand all this one you are saying, just let him go.” The second security interrupted. 

“It's a bank why all the fuss.” I muttered to myself as I went into the gate, I had just walked two steps.

“Dumebi? Dumebi I was right, my eyes are not deceiving me.” She laughed. “what are you doing here?” 

“It's none of your business Uloma.” I replied in anger. 

“How dare you talk to my baby like that?” the nicely dressed man standing beside her said. 

“After everything I did for you Uloma, I loved you and every month I made sure I gave you more than half of my salary, even though the money wasn’t much but I still….”

“Blah, blah, blah, all stories and no proof, I have been the one taking good care of my beautiful Uloma or ohh, ohh you think that your half-baked salary can take care of all this?” He said as he started romancing her body.

I turned my face away and wanted to proceed into the bank nevertheless. 

"Hold on, hold on Mr. Dumebi, it seems like you are at the wrong address, you are certainly not fit for a place like this, so where exactly do you think you are going?” He asked, still holding on to Uloma in a very disrespectful way. I remained silent and kept going. 

“Emeka stop teasing him, you know he is suffering from amnesia so he must think he is still married to me.” As Uloma laughed. I took a strong stare at her, as I continued to stare at her in amusement. 

“Can you stop staring at me like that, it’s really frightening anyways Emeka wasn’t lying, save yourself embarrassment and just leave. This bank is not for people who earn just any amount, much less someone who doesn’t have a hundred thousand naira to his name. Why don’t you get the message, this place is not for you.” Uloma shouted. 

Emeka wrapped his hand again round her waist as he started kissing her neck, he made further attempts to kiss her, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I just snapped and pounced on him, I grabbed him by the collar. 

“You think you are all that because you're wearing a suit and tie right? Well if we were to fight physically would you be able to stand.” 

For some reason I wanted to punch his face until he start to bleed through his nose. Looking down at his scared face gave me so much pleasure and delight and I wanted to make sure it remained that way. 

“Someone help me, save me from this mad man, he has lost his memory and now he has lost his mind, guards! Guards! please get rid of this poor man, he’s gone crazy.” He screamed for help. 

The two security guards came after Uloma had gone to call them. 

“Please help us, this man is not even supposed to be here, as you can see his bad manners and behaviour, this man can’t definitely be a customer here. I know him well, he is nothing but a poor waiter who works at a local restaurant somewhere around here, he must have followed us here too.” She said in an overreacting manner. 

Soon after the two security men grabbed me and wanted to throw me out. 

“Look.” I said as I pulled out the card from my pocket, isn’t this Martze Bank Card?” I asked if it was the exact name. The two security let go of their grip. 

“Look I just want to check the balance in it and I will be on my way”. I added.

As soon as I said this some plump looking foreign man came out of the building. 

“Good day sir, I hope there is no problem sir, please do come in, let's discuss in my office.” He said looking at me. 

“Do you mean me sir?” I asked just to be sure. 

"Yes of course, the card in your hands says you are our MVIP client, meaning majorly, very, important client please if you would just follow me sir.”  

As I was about to leave with the man. “There is no possible way. There is no way he is a MVIP at this bank, I mean it’s not just possible, I am not even yet a VIP here how much you, you common rat that has nothing.” Emeka said angrily. 

"Sir you must be a little confused, this man is nothing but a waiter, there is no way he is your MVIP client, he doesn’t even own enough money to get himself a car, he is a very poor me.” Uloma added.

"But how can you explain the card in his hand, he is definitely the one holding it, is he not?” The white man asked. 

"Sir he probably had stolen the card, I am pretty sure the card is not even real, he probably forged it or something.” Uloma added. 

I glared at her with no words left, I wondered what I even saw in her in the first place, perhaps it was because of her father or her beauty, then again she was not worth it at all. 

“Please sir right this way.” He led me into the building and made a call to someone,whom I guessed should be the director,judged by how respectful his tone was.

“My name is Raj Singh; I was posted all the way from Dubai here as the General Manager of this bank. You must be aware however that we have various branches all over the world, are you sir?” he asked after hanging up the phone.

I was a bit unaware of the information he just fed me. The General Manager of such a big bank referred to me as sir and was paying so much attention to me, I just couldn’t help but wonder if Trina was indeed right about me and who I was, but I couldn’t just believe her yet, what if the card was fake….