What should he do now? Where should he begin to spend this money? Mason wonders as he brings out the phone to check the alert again. It is real! And time is ticking away. He has to do something fast before today ends or he will face unknown consequences.
Mason braces up and thinks of buying things he wants. He wants so many things. He can buy it with it and get himself up. He smirks as he finds himself in front of John's supermarket.
His workplace where he was just fired. Isn't that amazing? Wouldn't they be shocked that he is here, getting some things with an unimaginable bundle of money that can never get to them in a day.
Mason walks in with pride, even with his tattered clothes, because he knows he has something worthwhile. He opens the glass door and steps in.
For the first time, after working there, the place looks beautiful and more radiant to him. The AC brimming from the supermarket gives him more coolness and he feels on top of the world.
He has failed to see the amazing things and how cool the supermarket looks due to the insult and disregard he gets from here. Is this how people come in when they know they can afford what they want to buy? A feeling of satisfaction! He enters fully and passes by his ex colleagues standing in the cashier.
"Mason!". She calls out in surprise. Mason turns to look at her and gives her a smile.
"Are you here to beg? You know the boss will never take you back since he has been trying to get your ass off his workplace." She says with a smirk plastered on her face.
"I'm not here to beg. I'm here to get something." Mason retorts back to her. The girl is in shock because Mason never talks back to her. Mason doesn't talk often and literally behaves like he is dumb or deaf.
He doesn't have the balls to talk back at them, not without how wretched looking he is. He knows he is not in their class or level and they don't fail to remind him that.
Mason walks away from her and picks a cart picking things from the shelf.
"Wait Mason! You are here to steal, right. If you don't get out of here now, we will call the police." Another colleague said to him. Mason rolls his eyes at them and keeps doing what he does. Just being alive and seeing him really makes them uncomfortable.
"You are scaring the customers and making them uncomfortable." Another said.
"Well your noise is gaining their attention. You are the one scaring them here. Keep it down." He retorts back to him. The guy's eyes widened at Mason's audacity to talk back at him.
"How dare he? He's obviously here to steal. I'm informing the boss. He should be behind bars." He says and rushes towards Mr John to inform him.
When Mason picks what he personally needs, which isn't that much. It's junk food and some beverages. He knows if he keeps picking that way, he can never buy what the money in his credit account can attain. He has to order many things, things that will cover up the money immediately.
"Mason! What are you doing here? You have no business in my supermarket anymore. Remember you've been fired." Mr John said as he walked towards him.
"Yes. Maybe poverty has stricken him to the extent that he doesn't understand words anymore." The cashier said and scoffs annoyingly at him. She hates him so much now for talking back at her.
"I'm here to buy some things, Mr John. Goods worth millions." He says to him. Mr John goes silent and stares at him for sometime before he erupts into a loud laughter. Not only him, but his colleagues present were enjoying the joke made by him. The customers passing by couldn't help but laugh as they wondered where he put his brain.
"I want everything from that shelf to there." Mason points out and acts indifferently. These guys do not believe him but are they ready for the biggest shock of their life?
"Where did you get the money? Do you have the money to pay for that?" Mr John thunders at him with annoyance. He can't believe a nobody like Mason can keep disturbing his day repeatedly. Mason was giving him an invisible headache but maybe he will give him more if what he's saying is true.
Mason brings out his credit card and gives it to the cashier. "You can check out the amount there. After that, will you let me purchase what I want?" Mason replies to them. Having money is good, it gives you the courage you never knew you had.
The cashier grabbed the card from him in a haste.
"Check the amount in there." Mr John orders. He is beginning to feel a little heat under the numerous ACs in his supermarket. What in the world is Mason pulling? He just sacked him not too long ago. It hasn't even been an hour since he sent him out.
"Even if he really had, I'm sure he stole it. He may have gotten it under illegal means." One of his colleagues says.
"The bank will confirm that. We will wait for the bank to confirm that?" Mason retorts back at them and rolls his eyes in annoyance. These people really think low of him. Like, he can never make it in life. Truly, he hasn't but he knows he is on the steps of making it.
"Sir!". The cashier calls out to Mr John. Her skin has turned pale as the figures on her screen keep sending daggers at her. She couldn't believe her eyes.
"What's that? It's fake, right." Mr John said with a smirk.
"Mr John, you would love to see this." She stuttered. Everyone can guess something is wrong with the way she is nervous and fiddling with her shirts. Mr John rushes towards her and faces the screen to himself.
"What? Mason! Where did you get this huge amount of money?" He asks shocked and can't believe his eyes. What is happening?
"Now that you've confirmed it, can I get what I ordered? And please calculate this. I got it for myself." Mason says placing the cart in front of the cashier.
"No, we have to send a notice to the bank to confirm it. I just fired you not too long ago. Where did you get this?" Mr John asks confusedly.
"You can do whatever you want but you should process my orders while waiting for confirmation from the banks. I have no time to waste."
"And if we don't." One of his colleagues asked.
"I'm a customer. You should." Mason replies to him. Mr John nods and orders his workers to attend to him while they wait for bank confirmation.
The cashier keeps looking at him and wonders whether Mason was one of those billionaire CEOs who were in disguise. If so, she has failed woefully. For a long time now, since Mason has started working with them, the cashier now notices a striking beauty from Mason which she has never seen.
Mason is finally attended to by the workers, his previous colleagues when it is verified that the money isn't illegal. They gathered up what he wanted and Mason bought so many items worth the money in his account. He has to spend that money for today and he shouldn't fail. He brought two clothes for himself and paid for it too. The clothes and some beverages he buys are for himself and they help him pack it in a bag. While the others he buys weren't for him because how is he going to gather it up. Where is he going to put it? He can't take it to his house to avoid suspicion from Bella and attract thievery. If Bella knows this, she may take some drastic steps or change and she wants to test her first. "So where should we deliver what you brought?" Mr John asks. He makes sure he stays by them while answering Mason because he doesn't want them to fumble in front of him or lose their cool.The one standing in front of them isn't the employee he sacked then but a customer, a wealthy cu
Mason steps on the pouch of his house. He sighs in relief when he finally gets home. Now he can rest. He's really tired as that day was one long day. With all that happens, a day hasn't passed. Everything that happened was within a day so it was enough to get tired. It's really tiresome to be in a drama for a whole day. A real drama that can change your life. As Mason was about knocking the door, he couldn't wait to devour the goodies he bought when he heard voices from within. Bella's voice with one other man, and Stella. Were they having a visitor? He is sure they will ignore him and if they don't, they will make a joke of him in front of their guest so they can prove whatever points they wanted to.Mason scoffed silently and opened the door in a haste. His eyes met with an unfamiliar gaze, a handsome man with wavy hair sitting beside Bella, holding hands. He should have known his wife was one hell of a promiscuous woman. The man can't be three years older than him. Mason won't
Mason sits in the kitchen. What happens makes him so sad that he wonders when last he is this sad because of Bella. It shows he really loves her but Bella fucked up. Mason opens the goods he bought and eats them. Immediately he gnashes his teeth on one and savors his taste, he forgets all his worries. He was glad and happy that he bought it. It makes him forget his worries and focuses more on the goodies. When was the last time he ate these yummy junks? He remembers his task, the million dollar in his account. How is he going to spend it? What should he spend it on? Should he develop a business? Which business should he use it on? Mason's thoughts keep wandering as he doesn't want to spend the money in vain. He wants to take revenge on everyone who thinks less of him. And to achieve that, he has to make good use of the money. Maybe he should open a supermarket like Mr John since he told him he would never be able to afford that. He can disappoint him with that. If he was a Mafia o
Immediately Stella was out of sight, Mason's phone beeped. He brought it out quickly after confirming that Stella was already in her room. He unlocks the phone and opens the message. A phone number was sent to him and an instruction under it. An instruction which says, "call this number under this message and he will tell you what you need to know." Mason hastily copies out the number and calls it on the phone. The number rang out several times before it was picked. "Good evening sir." Mason greets him immediately the phone was picked up at the other side. He is really curious to know what's going on. Are they really handing over a company to him? Is it because he passes the first task? "Evening. Please who is this?" The man asks. Mason's heart thumps loudly and he wonders how he is going to introduce himself. Aren't they supposed to have told him about him calling to save him the stress of introduction. "I'm Mason Anderson. A man called me not too long ago about a building handi
"Sir." Dennis calls and stands up immediately. He is in a state of shock and doesn't know the words to say next. How can Mason, the man he just insulted and despise is the lucky one, will be his next boss? In what way? Damn, he didn't see this coming. Hope his new boss won't despise him."Babe, what's wrong?" Bella says when she sees Dennis trembling in front of someone who looks familiar. She is just coming back from the toilet and expecting the man Dennis was expecting and calling his new boss to be at the table by now. But when she gets there and her eyes meet with a familiar person and it turns out to be Mason, she wonders what he's doing here."Mason, did you follow us here?" Bella says to him in frustration.Mason, who was speechless, glances at her and averts his gaze back to the man. He doesn't care about whatever is happening here but he just wants this Dennis guy to take him to the man who will hand over the business to him. Then, he can think of ways to deal with Bella for
"That's true. And that's if it's successful." Mason tries to make him remember what he said to him through the phone."What do you mean sir? It will succeed. You've been chosen and we just have to go there to hand it over to you?" Dennis explains. *What is this man driving at? Hope he is not having plans about me after getting his hands on the company. Plans like firing me or making life unbearable for me.* All these thoughts are running through Dennis mind and he hopes none of it is true."You said it through the phone that I shouldn't get too excited. That after it's handed over to me and I'm sworn in, then I can get too excited and throw a party as I want." Mason reminds him and they both laugh at it. "Yes, I did say that." He confirms and gulps down his wine. His New Boss isn't as bad as he thinks. He is a carefree man."When are we going to meet the man?" Mason asks impatiently."We are meeting him tonight. The handing over is happening tonight. Be patient sir. It will happen t
They get down from the car and Dennis leads the way while Mason follows. The house has a waterfall in the middle of the compound. The waterfall was decorated with different lights emanating from it. The house is big and wide and Mason was sure there were so many rooms in it. There was a different place to park cars, the garage. The garage was so big with a different fleet of cars parked in it. Exotic cars. The garage part was enough to build a house on it because of how wide it is. A man was looking at them from the top of the building. He stands at the balcony and a wine glass is in his hand. Dennis bows at him from where he is and Mason did the same. He guesses that he is the man they want to meet. The Trillionaire man. Dennis walks into the house and Mason follows suit. The man who was on top of the building at the balcony sees them entering and proceeds to go meet them. He exits where he was and walks towards the living room. Mason enters and is bewildered at how cool the house
Mason is on the bed sleeping peacefully with a smile on his lips. He sleeps last night as he keeps thinking about what happens, how it happens and how life will change for the better from now onwards. The alarm beside him rang out loud indicating it's morning already. Mason shoots his hands out and turns off the alarm. He pulls the comforter away from his body and stands up abruptly. He has never slept in a comfortable bed like this one before and he feels like he should keep laying down on it. It is so comfy and soft, different from what he sleeps on at his wretched home. Mason remembers that today is his first day of work. He stands up quickly and enters the bathroom. After bathing, he comes out with a towel wrapped on his waist and heads towards the wardrobe. There was cloth in the wardrobe and Mason wonders if Mr Cole has plans for them to sleep here. But when he asks Dennis, he learns this is how rich men live. They stock all their rooms with necessary cloth, toothbrush, towels