"What the actual fuck!", Someone yelled from behind. "Did it just say transfer failed!".
Someone giggled and from a giggle, it grew to a hiss, a sigh, and then finally, an uproar of laughter.
"He thought he could challenge the governor's son!" The crowd murmured.
"Such a poor bastard. He should have just stuck to being broke, he tried to be pompous too!" Laughter was in the air as more and more people ridiculed Maxwell.
Maxwell's heart raced against his chest as he tried again but it still showed the same thing.
John laughed arrogantly, "Oh Maxwell dear, here I was, thinking you were smart. I thought you were a competition for me but guess not. Did you think you could defeat me? Or my dad?"
"Loser. You know what they say about the poor. Their pride is the only thing they have left" Vicky interjected. She walked over to her boyfriend and tongue-kissed him while she stared at Maxwell.
Maxwell frowned,staring at the card in his hand.
Why didn't it work?
"Grandfather couldn't have lied to me", he whispered to himself. "Something must be wrong with the machine".
He looked at the card in his hand and slid it back into the machine. An idea came to him as he asked the director, "Sir, what's the daily limit of transactions for this ATM?".
The director rolled his eyes at him, "It should be fifty million or so".
"And how much is a single withdrawal?" Maxwell's eyes had brightened up again.
Everyone listened quietly as they waited to see what would happen.
"Maybe five million, I'm not sure. Does that matter? It can’t be because of that. Everybody knows that you’re just bluffing all the time!" The director said disdainfully.
"That must be it! Let me try again".
He walked fast to the machine.
His grandmother who had angrily stormed off turned her back. She noticed when everyone started moving back to where her grandson was again, "What is he doing this time?".
Alvin stretched his neck and squinted his eyes, "I think they are going back to see what he's still doing there". His eyes followed the crowd to where they stopped. "Don't you think we should have a look too".
His grandmother seemed to have given up on him. She shook her head and slowly lowered her gaze to the floor.
"There is no need. He'd make a fool of himself again and I don't want to see it. Let's go home".
Alvin looked a little worried but he said nothing. Someone needed to help the old woman get back home with her limping feet and shaking hands. Her balance wasn't right so Alvin held her hand as he guided her out of the gate.
John held a mocking gaze at Maxwell, Vicky was ready to laugh again and the professor had a blank expression on his face. After the question Maxwell had asked him, he had a bit of doubt about what John had said.
"Let's see how you want to be mocked this time", John said after everyone had gathered and we were set to see.
"If this doesn't work for the second time, I will be expelling you for wasting my time for the second time in a row", the director said boldly.
Maxwell paid him no mind. He didn't flinch, rather, he drew in a deep breath and proceeded to tap on the enter key.
The crowd behind him poked their heads as they tried to see what was happening. Maxwell asked to confirm the account number and the director did.
"Alright, here goes nothing", he tapped on the amount again and 'sent'.
The machine beeped a 'ting', which everyone knew meant it had gone.
"The limit for each transaction is ten million, and one can not go above it."
Everyone was shocked and a little stunned.
"Did it work?".
Comments flew around leaving John and Vicky speechless. The director stood behind him to confirm it.
"It went through.". The director turned to John to confirm, " He really did it!".
John was speechless. Vicky's jaw dropped. The crowd left them and joined Maxwell as they watched him transfer the last amount needed to complete his deal
"You guys should help me count". The crowd began, "Five".
"Four".
"Three".
He barely got to one when it finally showed success.Everyone yelled and roared in surprise.
"I believe I made my part of the deal, please proceed with yours, Mr. Amos". Maxwell smiled.
He winked at John.
Mr Amos stood with his mouth open trying his best as he thought of what to say when John shouted.
"That bastard stole this money!".
Maxwell's lips tightened into a smile, "Don't try to mess with me.Now get back to our bet. Take off your clothes and run around the school, I'm waiting"."There is no way on the fucking earth that anyone would be expecting me to do that." John folded his arms,said arrogantly. "Come on, John, do it. We all saw you commit to this bet, do it". Someone yelled from the crowd. "Well, you should expect nothing from a bully". Another hissed. John searched for the perpetrator, he would deal with them later. “So,you’re not going to do it?” Maxwell stared at him calmly,as if he already knew that he was going to break his promise. “Certainly not,idiot. What are you gonna do? Threaten me? Oh,I’m so scared.” John grinned provokingly. Suddenly, a car honked, which drew everyone's attention. Maxwell raised his face to see a luxurious fast car coming towards them. "Is that a Mercedes E-Vlass 3000?" "Wow! I've only seen them in magazines". The crowd gasped. The pink car screeched its
John swallowed hard as he watched the bodyguards walk up behind Mirabella. The heftiest of them all had his eyes on John. He clenched his fist, flared his nostrils again."Three!". Mirabella snapped. The second he heard what she had said, John's knees weakened. He fell forward on them, clasped his hands together, and begged. "Please don't hurt me!"."Is that what I think it is?"Someone gasped from the crowd. "The almighty John Reider is on his knees?"."What the fuck!""No way!!" Everyone was shocked to see the mighty John kneeling before a woman begging for mercy. Maxwell smiled scornfully. The director raised a brow and Vicky bit her lower lip,her face turning red."You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness. You should be getting on with your bet."."But I— I can't". John stammered.Mirabella gawked at him, "Would you rather I asked my boys for a little help?". She signaled one of the men with her index finger. He bent forward and was almost touching John when he yelled for her to
“I asked you a question” Mirabella was firm. When it comes to business dealings, she was ruthless and Maxwell was learning as he would soon have to take over the company someday. “Who… who are you and how can make the Wilmore family withdraw their donations?"“I told you Wilmore Technology will take away the donation, doesn’t it ring a bell that I am Mirabella Wilmore!” Her eyes blazed with anger as Mr. Amos was not only wasting her time but trying to be shady as well.“Well… That can be considered” Mr. Amos stuttered. “ I just have one question, why are you helping him? he's a Nobody, nothing but a pack rat. how come you got in contact with him? Are you perhaps his lover?”Maxwell clenched his jaw as he stood behind, nothing would excite him more than smashing his face, but then he knew he had to hold it in a little longer. Now wasn't the time to show off his wealth to the entire students, and have Vicky crawling back to him. it wasn't going to be so easy, he was going to wait unti
Mr. Amos looked around, he was in a very tight corner, he had not realized it would come to that but then, he did not seem so eager to give up his position that easily for John. he had an assured future already, while his position was part of his retirement plan and if he was to loses it, he will not be paid for all of his hard work a nd will be useless to the Governor and the rest of the people who sponsor the school. This university was his entire life. “Well…” Mirabella was eager to hear what he had to say, but he wasn't making a move to get his lips moving. “ Speak up” Maxwell had to step in as well. “Why would I want to give up my entire life for John and have an unsecured future? He has connections and can get into any Ivy League university of his choice” “You're concerned about your future when you wanted me to mess mine up by having me expelled,” Maxwell was so angry. he has never been so enraged that he will want to beat up a school Director, Nevertheless Mirabella held
“Maxwell Reed, don't you know who you're talking to? if you cannot show some respect for me, at least have some respect for the governor” Maxwell was surprised, he had been hearing about the governor but had never really seen him. He doesn't own a television and he doesn't use his mobile phone to check the news. “If you are the governor, that means John is your son, now I know why he acted that way, the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree” The governor burst into laughter. “Such a funny kid, he's hilarious” he laughed, hysterically and Maxwell looked at him, irritated at him and even at Mr. Amos who had joined him and laughed. He stretched out his hand and Mr. Amos quickly put a sanitizer in his palms and he rubbed against his other palms. “Have you seen the video?” “What video are you talking about?” “The one that was made by my son, It must have been fun to watch. I mean who wears SpongeBob SquarePants underneath his trousers” “What is it that you want?” Maxwell
Maxwell turned around and walked away, there was no need standing there and talking to Vicky any more when he had already made his words clear. She stood there looking at him, but he did not bother to turn around and look at her. He knew that his actions must have surprised her and left her glued to the ground since he has always been nice to her and chased her around. He had to get back home since Mirabella had settled everything with the school director and he had finally agreed to expel John from school. The glee on his face could not be contained. However, when he realized that his grandmother had left the school during the heated situation, he was very worried that something bad might have happened to her so he went to look for Mirabella. She was still waiting outside the school gate for him.“Maxwell, is everything alright?”“Yes, but I have to get back home now, I'll see you later”“You have my number right? It is at the back of the card that I give to you”“Yes, I'll give you
Maxwell's adrenaline rushed up, he willed his hand to stop shaking, as he held his gaze with his Grandfather but couldn't. He has had enough of Mason always coming around to cause trouble. He had kept quiet for so long and let him do as he pleased, but now he wasn't going to do that anymore, this was the height of it. It was a slap to his face that he had to beat up his grandfather. Harrison was a frail old man and Mason had dealt with him without blinking an eye “This has to stop, I won't let this happen again. Mason has been going on this way for so long and I have kept quiet because I thought that he would change. But now, I have finally come to realize that he will never change, and neither will he stop coming here to cause trouble. I won't let him come here and beat you up again”“What are you going to do?” His Grandfather was confused. “There is nothing that you can do about it” “You know how hard-headed Mason can be. What exactly will you do to stop this from happening? I
“What do you think you're doing?”Maxwell asked as he took it away from his hand and threw it aside. He glared at him and looked at his grandmother who was down on the ground. He knew her body must be aching from having to receive all that beating.“Stay out of this except you want some beating as well”When the man tried to yank his hand away from Maxwell's grip, Maxwell tightened his grip and looked straight into his eyes, his gaze unblinking.“I asked, What is this about?” “I came for the money that he owes me, if you don't have the money that Mason owes me then you better step out of the way except you want a pretty good beating as well”“How much does uncle Mason owe you? Tell me, how much it is and I will pay it so that you can leave and never come back here again”His Grandfather and Mother were surprised, they had no idea what he was talking about and where all this was coming from.“Maxwell, what are you saying? you better stay out of this and just go back inside I told you
Maxwell and Mirabella approached the hall with their suits and their dark glasses looking so perfect in them. They had decided to go in the same dress that night, even though it wasn't their grandmother's party. The large hall was filled with guests; honorable men and women of the press were also fully present. They walked down and found the perfect spot to sit. Athena's grandma and her sons were seated on one large table. While Veronica and Athena were busy welcoming the guests into the hall, Just then Maxwell's eyes locked with Grandma Elizabeth, and she got up sharply from her seat and walked towards him.“Hey! Aren't you the wretched boy Athena brought into my home?” She asked with her aged hands on her waist.“I am that same boy, ma'am." Maxwell said, standing up from his seat.“I can see you cleaned up well, but all you need to know is that a pig will always be a pig. You do not need to borrow all of these things to look good because you want to creep into my family." She said
“What the hell is going on?” Maxwell was surprised at Athena's sudden claim of being his wife.“I should be the one asking you what's happening with you and that lady." Athena asked, putting her hands on her waist. “Well, she just came to introduce herself, and that's it. She said she wanted to get to know me, and I said fine, and then she suddenly started acting funny and crazy. She's really a creepy one. She wants me, and I can see it in her eyes. I'm never going to let her take advantage of me." Maxwell said.Athena raised her nose at him and said, “I can see that. You're irresistible,you think?” She asked sarcastically.“Of course I am irresistible, just that you are blind to it." Maxwell teased and poked her nose softly. “Grandpa is waiting for you; we thought something had happened, so I came to get you myself.”.“As my saviour or guardian angel?” “Whichever one you pick, I don't really care." Athena spoke to him calmly.“Let's go”. She pulled him by the hand.“But for real
Maxwell picked Athena up at the exact time he told her. This time she wore a black dress with a crossed strap at the back. Her hair swayed on her shoulders as she walked out of the house to meet him outside.Hello, Mr. Maxwell." She said this to him with a broad smile on her face."Hello, Ms. Fairmont, Are I late?” He asked her casually, his broad smile gracing his appearance. “Nope! You aren't late for the appointment, Mr. CEO." She responded by flapping her hands over her face so he would notice her makeup. She had to do the regular type by herself. She sensed that tonight's occasion was going to be a really heavy one, so she invited a makeup artist over to do the needful on her face. She now had fuller lips than usual, and her nose stood out, pointed and straight, with the help of the contour. “Oh! Okay, I get the message. Your makeup is a hundred percent perfect, and you look really stunning in that black dress, just like a black rose with petals of red on it." Maxwell gave his
Six months later, Wilmore Casino had grown into the talk of town. They were well known all over the city. Uncle Zander and grandpa are so proud of what Maxwell had made out of the business within just a few months of emerging as MD. Just like the way Grandpa usually creeps into his room unannounced. The knock on the door was soft and familiar, but he never thought that it would be his grandpa until he answered.“Come in, please." He answered even though his back was turned against the door. He was busy making some photocopies.“Hey,son”. Maxwell turned only to see his grandfather walking into the room with his walking aid on one hand. “Hey pops, you didn't tell me you were coming,” Maxwell said with a smile on his face. He got up from his seat and went to hug his grandfather.“I didn't know I had to call your assistant or book an appointment before coming over to see my son; you should be more grateful, and the old grayed man is paying you an extravagant visit." Grandpa teased. They
Maxwell had resumed work fully, and it has beenIt was a bit hectic for him, as this was his first time managing any institution. He was sitting in his office when Mirabella came in. Shocked to see her, he got up.“Mirabella, is everything alright?” He asked her with shock and curiosity in his tone.“Have you seen the news recently?” Mirabella asked, still pointing at him as he stood to his feet casually.“What about the news? I haven't heard anything, though." Maxwell responded sharply. "Here,” she rummaged through her bag and threw the newspaper down on the table.“What's this?” He asked about picking it up.“Vickie?” He asked in surprise and flipped the page to read the headlines. “My God, who did this to her?” He asked, looking up at Mirabella. She shrugged her shoulders. “I don't know." She replied. He paused for a while and had a flashback to the last day he had met her with those hefty men. She had actually brought them to kill him, but Grandpa was just on time to defend him
After they finished with the dinner, they spoke for a while and cracked jokes to themselves. Athen had never had such a beautiful moment in her life with any man before. Her heart skipped a bit the moment she paused and leaned closer to her. Her body was ready, and just as his lip was about to touch hers, she pulled away.“Uhm! Arrh! I have to go now. I mean, we should go now; we have work to do tomorrow. I have meetings to attend tomorrow." She stuttered the words at him. Maxwell got up and looked down at her. “I get it, and I am sorry. I am willing to wait until you are ready." He told her with a smile, and for a second, Athena had all the tightened air in her stomach loosen. “Thank you”. She said and smiled at him for being so kind and considerate, unlike Sabastian, who tried to drug her to have his way with her. She loves Maxwell's sense of humour and how mature he acts around her. He is the kind that Mark's and protects his territory. She is sure that with him, she would have n
“I shall tell you everything you need to know, and none of it shall I withhold." Maxwell told her calmly, his eyes not straying away from her at all. She had learned to hold his gaze for a little more time before doing anything else. Now that he began to speak, she placed both hands on her lap, barely even checking out the food prepared for them by the five-star chef. Athena looked cool and calm, but deep down in her heart, she had loads of unanswered questions.“I'm waiting, and I plan to listen to all you have to say to me tonight." Athena responded with a calm tone.“I am an orphan. I lost my dad to some killers from the opposition. And my mom was killed a few months after my birth. So my grandpa, Ricjard Wilmore, took me to a woman and asked her to take care of me. He even gave her some money to take care of me. The lady looked away because my life was threatened, so she ran away with the baby, and that's how I grew up in a poor home. I never knew I had a rich father until my fina
Athena put her hand into his and climbed down the remaining part of the stairs. She smiled at Maxwell and the two of them walked out of the building. Outside, Maxwell helped Athena with the door till she got into the car and settled down. Maxwell took the driver's seat and off they drove into the heart of the city. Athena looked puzzled as she drove past all the restaurants she had been to yet she never said a word, after a while she began to panic in her heart and then she couldn't just hold it anymore.“Maxwell, where are you going?” She asked curiously Maxwell took a quick look at her and smiled. Somewhere you would love he answered. “Why do you ask though, you don't trust me anymore?” He asked her with a smile forming at the corner of his lip.“It's not that, I am just curious because we've passed almost every restaurant I know “. She sighed and looked out the window. “It's fine. It's okay to have fears. I never wanted you not to be too strong though, being feminine comes with
After the men left, Maxwell looked at his watch. He had planned to go on a date with Athena, at least, if not for anything. She deserved some explanation about how he got to their house and the reason he had to hide his identity. He looked out the window for a while and smiled. There was no way he would let any of his children face the same humiliation he did from the rich folks. He had vowed to make a name for himself, aside from the great Wilmore behind his name. He would make a name for himself with the talent he has built inside of him. He twirled the seat and tossed it side by side. This is just a part of the good life. Nothing on earth would make him leave a life as sweet as this, and the best part of what he has earned with his new name is the respect he gets from the people around him and all those who once looked down on him. He sat in his office after he had the meeting with the staff. He needed to know their names, at least, so he wouldn't address them wrongly. They all