Mabel had come to the police station to sign surety for Sarah before she could be bailed.“Sarah I don’t believe this,” she snapped once they walked out of the police station. She raised a chiseled brow before staring at the diamond ring which Sarah still had on her fingers, “I still don’t believe you have that have fake metal on your finger. Everyone believes it is a fake diamond ring even right inside there you bickered with me. You are just impossible. Could you please take this shit off your…” she grabbed Sarah’s finger to pull out the diamond ring.“No! Let go of me! Stop this, Mabel!” Sarah quarreled and pulled her finger from her hold, “This is not a fake diamond ring!” she beamed and sniffed back what would have been a tear. She grinned and dared not to shed tears even when my vengeance was obvious.Mabel dimmed her conical eyes at her and bit out, “You are just impossible, girl. Has your bankruptcy beclouded you with poverty that you can’t read the handwriting on the wall? T
Sarah swallowed hard the moment she got it hot form the security. She smacked her lips and doubted within herself if she heard aright or the security said wrongly, “I repeat myself I am the boss of Roham Fashion Home. May I know you security!” she intoned respectfully yet impatient to know what was happening.One of the security replied harshly, “We are not answerable to you ma’am. Our boss who happens to be the owner of this fashion home is around and that is why we are here.”Mable shot a striking glance at Sarah and asked her a million questions with her cloudy blue eyes which rolled at her. She frowned at Sarah who could barely wink.“Did you hear that Sarah? Your fashion home belongs to somebody else. Do you have the documents?” Mabel queried Sarah who had gone crimson and blue on her face.Sarah beamed, “What arrant nonsense!” she yelled; she thought she was going to tolerate this humiliation but she couldn’t fight back the adrenaline in her veins now; this fashion home belongs
Sarah canon had been all tears ever since she appeared at the side of her sick father, who was still unconscious all this while. Mable who was standing aside, her arms in the waist and her face holding thunders and brimstone over the embarrassment and stress she had gone through just for the sake of Sarah , writhed in pains and disappointment.Earlier before they drove down to the hospital, they took the diamond ring to another diamond merchant nearby town and the diamond ring was confirmed to be fake for the second time. In fact the merchant warned Sarah against putting up such useless metal for sale because she could be arrested for it.Mabel groaned within her recess. She wondered why Sarah was all tears despite proven to be the folly. She had never been so embarrassed in her entire life and she least expected Sarah behaving like an ass; she was yet to accept her fate.“Oh father, this is too much for me to bear. We have lost everything. I never knew I was up against Brian Patrick.
Because of the affluence I pulled and my benevolence towards everyone, my people, the Rio Hondos found me worthy to be among the stake holders and decision makers at the hem of leadership.An outbreak had started off and while on my way to Singapore to have some briefing with my clients for crude oil, I got a phone call and when I gazed upon it, the minster was calling.My attention was urgently needed at the state house. An outbreak of food poisoning had ravaged the people of Rio Hondo so much that in a day the mortality toll rose to eighty percent. This was bizarre and unexpected.Although Rio Hondo had history of food poisoning which was from the drinking of metallic water, yet such death toll had never been recorded in a day.Right in my private jet I watched on the screen as hospitals got choked with victims of food poisoning, parents whose wards and loved ones were lost in the outbreak and wailed at the tops of their voices and scampered for the help of the critical stakeholders
I was in the middle of seeing my Japanese clients at the Saint Don Group when Zion approached me with a phone, “Boss, the minister is on the line,” he sounded gently and bowed as he handed me the phone.A smear of joy beclouded my face once I got the message from the minister. Finally there was a silver lining in the sky. My attention was urgently needed at the Rio Hondo Medical Laboratory.Hastily I handed over the affairs of the Saint Don Group to Zion and drove down to the medical lab with few of my entourage. I met the minister and a band of New Delhi doctors smiling cheek to cheek upon my arrival.“Wow!” the band of doctors exclaimed and gagged their mouths with their palms once they caught sight of me. “Oh my God! It is a privilege to meet with the world richest man! What a privilege!” the intoned and bowed to me.I patted their shoulders and commanded them to rise. “Talk to me doctors, what do you have?”“We found the source of the endemic food poisoning, Mike Don,” that was t
Early hours of the day, all the staffers of Hoffers Food were well suited at the conference room. Heavy murmuring hung over them as they discussed nothing else other than the menace of the moment; the food poisoning and my intention to combat the endemic outbreak. Most of the staffers hailed my ambition while others nagged about my intention being all about a show of wealth.In all of it, the conference hall became a murmuring ground as if innumerable bees had gathered. They murmured and wailed for the arrival of their boss, Hoffers Greenfield, who had passed a memo for meeting to all the staffers a day ago.While swallowed in the gloom of arguments and discussion pairs of shoes could be heard knocking on the floor. And soon the knocking surged close, interfering into their discussion and making them realize the presence of a group of people approaching from the corridor.Next the door to the conference creaked open on its own , for a tall, burly white-bearded well-shaven, short-haire
“Boss, the security and pilot are ready and await you in the private jet,” Zion sounded and remained bold “Apologies, boss I have a question. I hope you don’t mind,” he verbalized and raised his gaze slightly. I raised my hands firmly and ordered my costume personnel to leave our presence. And as soon as they did, I demanded, “What question do you have, Zion? Speak, I am all ears,”To some extent I was a bit nervous to ask him what was on his mind. When he dared to raise his gaze and look up at me, he muttered, “Boss you just told us to get ready for your pertinent visit and since then I have been worried because of the extent of preparation for this visit.”I grinned distinctly and raised a chiseled brow. “And why are you worried if I may ask, “My expectant gaze stared at him from head to toes and I saw he was gorgeously dressed as I requested, “I can see you are well-suited in the red tuxedo and I hope you all are suited in same color of tuxedo…”Zion interposed me hastily, “That is
The entire staff of the Hoffers Foods stood staring and waving up wards at my gold-plated private jet which hovered in the air and about to land. Led by Hoffers Greenfield, the staffers who had been waiting for my arrival couldn’t wait to have a moment with the world richest man.Once we landed, Zion mumbled to my hearing, “I believe that is Hoffers Greenfield, the wicked evil boss.” He pointed at him, as he stood in front smiling cheek to cheek.I gave a firm nod in agreement as I leered at Hoffers. Nothing had changed about this evil man. His white beards still remained and his usual attire of hat, tuxedo and pants were still his habit. I swallowed hard as I cursed him within myself.“Would he even know that the Mike Don he is anticipating to see was Brian Patrick; his former delivery boy?” That was the voice of Zion who was leering furiously at Hoffers just like I did.I gave a firm nod, “Definitely he wouldn’t. It is already certain Hoffers doesn’t know who I am. Perhaps he must b
On a crisp winter, I was mid way stretching out the hem of my tuxedo before the spacious mirror while my costumier ran a make-over on me.I could over hear the knocking of stiletto on the floor and I needed not be told that someone was walking through.In few seconds, my automatic door sensed a body and yanked open on its own, and when I swirled around a charming face flashed at me, it was Clara Roham, my wife.I could swear she was walked up this time around; the mountains of frown that decked her face; the blue frame that layered her skin and the cloud of fury that sagged her jaw, was evidence of her cage being rattled by someone.But I guessed I wasn’t responsible for her horrible mood this morning. She stood staring, arms folded, shoulders pressed against the wall, and eyes staring and locking eyes with me.Noticing that the costumiers were done with me, there was no need hesitating to hear from my wife.“Please can I have a moment with my wife,” I mumbled.The party of costumiers
The most beautiful girl beauty pageant had been ongoing for over three months now. And from all over the world and from all walks of life, pretty ladies emerged to represent their countries in order to hit the jackpot and establish their countries in the hall of fame.Before the commencement of the beauty pageant, Zion had served me a memo from the organizers, giving me the opportunity to be the sole sponsor of the event. I was very much elated to sponsor such event.And on behalf of the Saint Don Group and my wife, I wrote them a cheque for fifty million dollars. Not only did this make my name to be in the news, but also it was one way I could give back to the society and support talent.This very maiden edition gathered from all over the world pretty ladies who wished to emerge as winners. But in the long run only one of them would go home with grand prize.The grand finale was slated to hold in New York. It would be recalled that this would be the fifth edition which had mouthwater
Mr. President had been pacing up and down in his spacious office brooding over the news, the accountant general just told him, over the phone. His brow shone with profuse sweat as he wondered what would become of Rio Hondo’s economy if the news were verified to be true.Promptly the door creaked and opened for the minister to prance in.“What is it that I am hearing minister?” the president queried once he caught sight of him, “The accountant general just phoned me about seventy percent decline of our capital market and foreign exchange. Did you hear anything ” he swallowed hard and expected a different news from him.The minister’s jaw sagged and he pressed his lips tightly in contemplation. “Yes, Mr. President, I have only come to confirm if you have heard yet another news. The decline in the capital market is virtually becoming old news now….” His voice died off with a smirk of the lips.The president cocked an eyebrow and squeezed his brow, “What news again? I am yet to verify t
I could see them in the crowd of prisoners; Fanny Luis, Morgan Harris and Thomas Jackson.I continued at a firm remarkable tone, “I was sentenced to fifteen years imprisonment after my boss, Morgan Harris accused me of siphoning fifteen billion dollars from Community Central Bank. At the time I never knew this day would come. But I had often told myself that once I become rich and powerful, I would ensure I free prisoners because no human being is supposed to remain in prison…”Morgan Harris still had his gaze on the ground. Warm tears were already trickling down his cheeks and Fanny had noticed it.Thomas swallowed hard and gazed upon Morgan, “You are all tears. Soon I will join you because this is a lost course. The person you intend to beg for our freedom is already recalling horrible memories. I don’t need to tell you Mike Don is going to cancel Christmas on our ass today.”Morgan sniffed heavily while Fanny swallowed hard and stroked his hair.My trumpeting voice continued to sou
Morgan Harris was heaved with thought; suddenly his eyes became watery and red. He only could wonder how a boy he once hired as his delivery boy became so rich and powerful that Rio Hondo granted me the supreme power to free prisoners. He expected greatness from me but not this kind of power. He couldn’t believe it when the chief warden mentioned and about now he was yet to believe that his once ragged delivery boy had grown so rich and powerful that Mr. President granted me such power.“Mike Don! Jupiter’s brain!” Morgan exclaimed in shock and stared in the space thoughtfully, “How did he become so powerful that Mr. President granted him the supreme power to free prisoners?” he queried through gritted teeth and clicked his fingers furiously before cupping his jaw.Fanny hummed and folded his arms, “I am as confused as you, Morgan. I am hugely pained that this rich boy, this Croesus was once my son-in-law. Who would believe that the world richest man, Mike Don who is celebrated and lo
Fanny Luis, Morgan Harris and Thomas Jackson were among the host of inmates that gathered at the prison yard to have some briefing with the authorities of the prison.Prior to this day, I had sent a memo to the office of the chief warden, informing him about my official visit to Rio Hondo prison and to commence the grand opening of my vision of setting free five prisoners every month. Not only was it a welcomed idea but the chief warden had told me it would cushion the adverse effect of congested prison yard which was a threat to them now.Just like every other inmate Morgan Harris Fanny Luis and Thomas Jackson, were nervous and looked forward to hearing from the authorities of the prison. It was earlier the other day when they were informed to assemble at the prison arena for some vital information.With glistening bright faces and curious eyes that rolled from side to side, the prisoners waited with bated breath for the authorities to give them the briefing; it was very much instinc
With eyes welled up with tears, Mr. Kenny watched the site engineers pull down his five detached duplex and brought it to bricks and sand. He couldn’t stand the sight of his investment being destroyed and when he thought begging me would proffer a solution, I disappointed him by giving him the cold shoulders.Already it was late to reverse my command. Shortly afterwards I had joined the rest of my entourage on the private jet and shut the hatch door on the face of Mr. Kenny, who had been pleading for mercy so earnestly that he didn’t give a damn about onlookers when he lay on the ground to plead.“You just have to put yourself together! Perk up! Everything is going to be fine! Be of good cheer!” those were the words of onlookers and pals who consoled Mr. Kenny.But the fact still remained that he least expected it and never in his life had he contemplated to lose five of his buildings in one day. And the worse of it was getting to meet a boy he wrote off now being the world richest
Mr. Kenny’s brow roughened as the ridges in sand. He stared at me, gaping and studying my face, “What impossibility are you talking about?” he queried and stared me down, “Brian Patrick? You?” he pointed at me with trembling hands.I shot a fire-packed stare at him and molded my lips in fury to inform him of the ruin that will befall him soon.He stood to his feet. “Wait a minute.” he peered at me, doubt decking his eyes and arguments about leaving his lips, “You can’t be Brian Patrick. Everyone knows you as Mike Don. Are you not the true heir to the Saint Don Group anymore?” he queried me, stared around and realized a quite number of onlookers waiting for the outcome of this moment.I snorted, suspected the redness of his eyes was as a result of the shock that shot through his spines. This time I gathered all the voice in my throat and beamed, “Mr. Kenny for the second time, I am Brian Patrick. Yes the same Brian Patrick you cursed and called all sorts of names, including a criminal
I was done addressing the residents of the Suburban Estate. They were excited to have me as their new landlord after the government of Rio Hondo promised to privatize the estate so as to cushion the adverse effect the poor economy was having on the state.About now everyone had shades of smiles on their faces as they noticed none of their houses were marked for demotion. While almost everyone dispersed only one person was left behind; he was seen being restricted by my security that stopped him from getting close to me. All the while Mr. Kenny had been chanting my name at the tops of his voice and trying to catch my attention.“The world richest man! Mike Don!” that was the clamoring voice of Mr. Kenny. He stared around, settling his gaze on the group of bulldozers that were already steaming by the corner and ready to resume work.The moment the bulldozers started drifting towards the houses I just marked for demolition, his panicky voice intensified.“Oh no, please Mike Don! Please I