What? Are you certain? Try it again." The cashier looked at Elijah, her lips curled upwards, as she eyed Elijah up and down before reluctantly trying the card on the machine again. Another beep came from the machine and the cashier flung the card towards Elijah who quickly caught it. The lips of the cashier lifted into a snare as she spoke to Elijah. "The card was declined again. You either give me a card that is working or get out of this store."Elijah paused at her use of words before he asked, "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your machine?" The cashier laughed hysterically. As quickly as she had started laughing, she stopped. "It's you that something is clearly wrong with. You walked in here like you own the place like you can afford to get the things in here, dressed in a common shirt and jean trousers, but it's obvious that you are a poor wretched man who probably borrowed his friend's clothes when he has absolutely nothing in his pocket." Elijah looked at the cashier
He turned to face the direction where his name had been called, and right in front of him was Bianca and Fred. Oh shit, Elijah thought. This was not supposed to be happening in their presence. Things were not going as he planned, so he decided to end the show before it got out of control. He reached into his other pocket to bring out his real card when Sara looked at Bianca and asked. "Ma, do you know this man?" Bianca hesitated. She looked unsure of whether to answer or not. Her eyes flickered between Elijah's and Sara's before she answered. "Yes, I do. I'm even surprised that he is in this kind of store because I know for certain that he is poor." Fred looked at his clothing and asked, "Elijah why are dressed like that? Did you steal the outfits? I'm impressed at your audacity, to think that you can afford to buy clothes from this kind of high-end store. Does your shame have no limits? But just look at you. You can take the man out of the trash but not the trash out of the man."
Oh my God! I can't believe that just happened. It was amazing to watch the looks on their faces, gosh!" Cora said as she sipped from the cup of God knows what kind of liquid she was holding. Elijah stared at her lips as they moved, but his thoughts were elsewhere. "This is poor Elijah," those were the words Bianca had used to describe him. They had no idea what his influence or position in the country was, otherwise, they would have crawled at his feet, begging to do business with him. Today's display at the mall made him desire to put his plans into action. He was going to deal with them like a tapeworm feeding on their host without their awareness of it. "Cora, I have to leave right now, I have a meeting by 1 p.m and if I don't get moving right now, I will come off as a tardy person, and I don't want that. At least, not with whom I'm meeting. The short movie that happened with your employees has already taken up my precious time." His words brought out a mocking expression on Cor
Fred's back was to Elijah while he spoke with the receptionist. Elijah overheard the receptionist telling Fred that she needed to confirm his appointment. He sighed and mentally braced himself for what he was sure was going to come from Fred. He moved closer to the desk and coughed gently, announcing his presence to the two unaware people.Fred was the first to turn in his direction. Fred began to snicker immediately their eyes met. He rested his elbow on the counter and leaned on the desk, his eyes roaming over Elijah's clothes before speaking. "So because you threw on a borrowed jacket on an obviously borrowed outfit, you think you can waltz in here like you own the place? Whatever happened at EM Mall cannot happen here, I'm sure of that." Elijah clenched and unclenched his teeth as returned Fred's stare. From the corner of his eye, he could see the receptionist's hands were caught in the middle of a call. She had paused when she heard Fred degrading him, the stranger, whose name s
Elijah walked towards the elevator, grinning as each step brought him closer to the elevator. He entered the lift and clicked on the button that would take him to the last floor. Before the elevator doors closed, he raised his head to look at Fred, who was watching his every move. He looked like he was about to explode, and Elijah burst into the laughter he had been trying so hard to keep inside. The receptionist's words had stopped him from pouncing on Fred and venting his anger. He liked how Fred had been reduced to something small in front of him. Elijah was glad that he had texted Mr Lewis in the car to inform him of his arrival. He had not planned to do it, but he was grateful that he did. That move was the only reason why the business tycoon had expressly asked of him.The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Elijah got out and was greeted by a lady who then instructed him to follow her. They walked down a hallway for a few seconds before she came to a stop in front of a larg
Fred's cheeks drained of color as Lewis spoke. His gaze shifted from Lewis to Elijah, a thousand times in a matter of seconds. His eyes were wide open and bulging out, a vein rapidly pumping on his forehead, his mouth was gaped open, and confusion flashed in his eyes. Elijah wanted to feel sorry for him but no emotion came out to play. It was clear as day that Fred genuinely wanted the land.Instead of pity, an arrogant smirk spread across his lips as he watched Fred tug at his tie as if he were in a choking grip. Elijah observed him and he realized that this was just another way he could hurt these betrayers, by taking what they desired one by one. Lewis headed towards the building's entrance in a hurry to leave, but not before patting a pained-looking Fred on the back three times. After the final tap, Fred grabbed Lewis' hand and spoke hastily. "This has to be a mistake. I have been trying to get that land for a year now. Look, I know that that piece of land has been wanted by many
"Are you blind or something?" Elijah's head was bent low, his eyes checking where his phone might have fallen. At the sound of his assailant's voice, his brows furrowed in confusion. The feeling of recognition flowed through him as he immediately placed where he had heard such a deep voice. The same voice that had spoken to him laced with irritation and disdain for three years. Elijah raised his head to face the owner of the voice who had run into him and still dared to yell at him. In a few seconds, his eyes met Mark's, and what he saw baffled him. Elijah expected to see awe or shock in Mark's eyes given that they had just met after three years of working under him, but what he saw was recognition and anger directed towards him. They continued to stare at each other, as tension zapped in the air, nobody uttered a word or made a move, then it dawned on him that the hit had been intentional. Mark had likely seen him when he walked in and had purposely bumped into him. "You dimwit. Ar
"Oh my God!" Vicky cried like she was short of breath. She sighed with relief as she rested her hand on her chest.Elijah, who had been staring at the guards as they hurled Mark out of the building, turned to face her and said, "I'm sorry you had to go through that." "It's alright, let's go to your table.""No really, I'm genuinely sorry. I honestly wished I had gotten to him before he laid his hands on you.""It's honestly fine sir." Vicky replied, her voice sounding airy, as her tone dropped to a lighter note, "I can see that you come fully loaded with trouble, everyone has their demons that rear their ugly head once in a while, hurting the people close to them, so it's really okay. Can we go to your table now?" Elijah nodded as she spoke. He was grateful for her. Any other person would have walked out, taking him back to square one of finding a loyal vice president. They both walked to a table that was in a way separated from the rest of the tables in the restaurant. It was set u