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Rex picked up the call."Hello, Jackson; what's the meaning of this? Why did you make me a subject of mockery? Why didn't you show up as you assured me earlier you were on your way, or you would have earlier told me you were not coming so I would know how to amend my schedule?" He paused and gazed at his wristwatch and continued: "This is already 1:20 p.m., since 8:30 a.m. I came here. Oh, now I get it. You used this opportunity to have fun and enjoy yourself—probably with a random girl you met on the street, right? "You lodged in a hotel just to have fun and left me here to be mocked; you chose frivolity over priority, right? Have you forgotten you can be fired right now—I mean right now by me? It seemed like you do not love this job anymore. Rex reverberated with an angry tone.Jackson tried to apologize and explain, but he didn't pay a listening ear to him—he didn't even give him a chance to talk, talk more of an explanation, and he ended the call.His rage became even worse than b
The doctor told them his grandfather had been discharged and that he was in good condition now. This made Rex come back to his normal senses."Then where is he? I should be the one to take him home if he was discharged," Jackson replied."Oh, someone else did, and Mr. Alphonsus confirmed it was his servant," the doctor replied.Rex and Jackson gazed at each other."Sir, it must be Spid," Jackson replied, noticing the worrisome looks on his master's face."And who is the spider, or whatever you called him?" Rex replied.At this point, the doctor was already confused; he thought he had handed the old man to a kidnapper, all in the name of a security guard."Sir, do you mean you don't know who took your grandfather home? Is everything alright?" The doctor questioned"You're questioning me? I should be the one asking you. Don't you know he is an older man and that you shouldn't listen to all he says? Someone brought him here, and you discharged him without the person's consent. Are you rea
He told Rex he had made arrangements to get him a private car. And Rex became highly delighted upon hearing this. "So, when will you like to visit any automobile dealer and request the car of your choice? I'll send them the money immediately after your selection, and everything you may need to be done in the car will be settled within a few days," the old man enunciated. "If possible, today!" Rex exclaimed; he couldn't believe he was about to have his car too. He knelt and appreciated the old man. The old man called Jackson to take him to the car dealership of his choice, and Jackson didn't waste any time taking Rex to the car dealership as instructed. Rex was enthralled by the cars he saw immediately after they arrived at the car dealership. "Sir, if you don't like any of these cars, we can go to the ordering center; there, you can request any car of your choice, and it'll be imported," Jackson suggested. However, Rex didn't respond to him; he was busy opening and closing
Rex paid deaf ears to them; he hadn't finished sorting out his significant problems to talk of going into banter with girls. He turned to walk straight into the lecture hall, and suddenly, a Mercedes Benz immediately passed him and stopped in front of him. His countenance changed immediately. He was still battling with the words of the disciples of his enemy a few minutes ago; what would happen now that their master had arrived? He wasn't fidgeting because of the person, but because of what he would cause them to do. As soon as the car stopped, the left side door opened, revealing a pair of charming women's shoes on the ground. Immediately, the person behind them appeared, which was Cassandra, a stunning lady. "Queen beauty!" everyone instantly hailed as she stepped down. A few seconds later, Kanye opened the car door and stepped down; Cassandra, on noticing Rex's presence, immediately walked to Kanye, and they had a passionate kiss. The students made a vast cheering sound in admi
The hand pulled him back, and he veered around and discovered it was one of the school security personnel. "Hey, boy, where are you going?" the security asked. Rex was surprised upon hearing such a question; he wondered when it became the security priority to monitor the movement of the students because he could remember students trooping out and in even when there's an ongoing lecture, most especially the rich ones; some do not even attend classes for some weeks but still perform well after the exam. This magic happens with the aid of some professors; though it's an illegal act and has a massive punishment for it, some professors and lecturers indulge in it because of the money those big boys bribe them with. "Excuse me, sir, when did it become your duty to monitor my whereabouts? Is here a secondary school or creche to be monitoring my activities?" Rex questioned. The reply he got from the security personnel was beyond his imagination; he expected the man to apologize and let
As he tried to sneak in without the professor's notice, his shoe-clad feet mistakenly screeched on the floor and made an alarming noise, which brought the lecturer's attention. "Hey! Where are you coming from? Don't tell me you're just entering my class now, or were you?" Professor Lenson asked. Rex fretted. He knew the only solution to save him was to lie; he couldn't even remember the last time he lied, but he had to do it now, to save himself from Professor Lenson. "Sir, I have been in the class since you entered," Rex fibbed. The professor approached closely in Rex's direction; he removed his spectacles and glanced at Rex directly at his eyeballs. He stared at him for some seconds to make him feel the dreadful aura and grandeur in him. "And where are you coming from?" Professor Lenson added Rex adjusted back; he wanted to tell the truth, but he did not really want to miss the lecture, and he thought of how his coursemates would react if he tell lies. "Saying the truth won't
Rex got home and discovered he was the one those guys were discussing when the lecture ended.He now realized the meaning of what they were discussing."I think this is when I should show these people who I truly am. They will know they're making fun of the heir of Mr. Alphonsus and Co." He smirked and continued."They've done enough; I can't take this anymore," he muttered while gazing at his phone to ensure it was really what he thought it was.He tapped the comment section to see what they were commenting on. He saw a particular comment mentioning the venue where the incident happened, which is the same hotel he went to, and the person in the picture wore exactly the dress he was wearing, so he concluded it was indeed his picture—it was the picture of him when he unintentionally defecated at the hotel where he went to ease himself. He wondered how the photo got on the internet and who shot it.As he was scrolling down on the post comment section, he saw a comment: "Guys, in case yo
"So can I use the image in something like a music cover, or is it infringement?" Rex asked. "Sure, the picture's owner is a nobody, so who will sue who?" The man lamented.Rex was pained on hearing that; he realized the person behind the account knew him very well to make such a remark.Rex inquired about his address, and he told him; that was when Rex realized the person was no one but Cassandra's friend.He beamed a smile after the video call because he had found an excellent opportunity to face-slap Cassandra and her friend."The best is yet to come," he uttered, leaving the app. As he stood up, about to vacate the room, his phone rang. He checked the caller and found out it was Jackson. He wondered what could cause Jackson to call him on the phone even when he was in the same building with him. He picked up the call."Hello, sir; I got a text from De Chris and Co Automobiles; they requested you to come to their office because something needs to be done about your car, "Jackson nar