Mr. President and his protocol officer stooped to some documents on his desk as they brainstormed together. Already they had a lot of work to do that he could barely see his deck.When the door creaked and the minister’s thunderous face shone at the door, the president knew it was time to let his protocol officer leave their presence.“A minute, please. We will continue later,” he intoned softly to his protocol officer, who bowed in agreement , picked up few of his belongings and greeted the minister at the door while leaving.Mr. President heaved an uneasy breath as he gazed upon the mountains of disappointment and troubles which stood on the face of his beholder. He wondered why the minister couldn’t stop sighing.“How did it go? Do we have the loan now, huh?” his husky voice asked at a breath, while impatience coveted his eyes.He tossed his head as he sounded, “It didn’t go well, His Excellency. If I could have access to God Almighty I would ask him never to bless Mike Don with
Few nights to their impromptu visit, my father had gotten a phone call from Mr. President about his intention to visit the villa and quickly he had put a call across to me. Initially when I heard my father’s husky voice, I thought it was about something bizarre that had got to do with his health. But little did I know that it was for the sake of the president’s visit.I had imagined the enthusiasm that smeared the chin of my father on the others side of the phone ine when he counted it important to seek my permission before letting them visit the villa. He had told me about the intention of Mr. President to visit the villa and I had warned him against t making any monetary involvement with him in my absence.But Mr. President wouldn’t know that his visit was made possible because I allowed it otherwise father would have declined it if I had disapprove of it.“let’s know his reason for coming, father but I guess his reason may not be far-fetched form my guess. “ I had sounded. And
“Boss, Mr. President and the minister are here to access the thirty four trillion dollars loan. Should I grant them express entry or you are in no mood to attend to them.” That was the echoing voice of Zion who was having handy a visitor’s form which had their names on it.I hesitated and dimmed my eyes in the space to get acquainted with the noise which was banging from the reception. Instead of replying Zion, I queried, “What is the noise all about? Why would such noise be going on in my company?”Zion had a grimace face. Obviously he knew what the reason for the noise was. “No offense boss. Our security has been daring to calm the situation.” He briefed me, “it is a heated quarrel between the president’s security and the journalists…”I dragged a grin and gathered curiosity around me like a robe, “What quarrel could it be? Do they realize that this is the Saint Don Group and we don’t accept that here?”Already the noise had thickened and I was enraged within me. I swore under my br
When the president got into my office, I was seated to a tray of white Russian and White Sour.“Greetings, Mike Don, the world richest man,” he greeted, his voice husky, his face hardened as rock and his head not bowing as expected.It was obvious His Excellency wondered how he was going to bow to a young rich kid like me. But I was ready to put it to him to bow to me else I would deny him the loan.I pulled a thunderous grin across my face and settled my gaze on him, “I thought you would bow to me, His Excellency. Don’t I deserve it? Do you think it is easy to give thirty four trillion dollars to a country that is supposed to give to me, huh?”The president shut his eyes briefly in exhaustion. He snorted and heaved a deep breath, “Greetings the world richest man,” he bowed this time and when the innumerable flashes of camera light fell on us, he swirled around to see a handful of journalist taking photos of us and capturing the moment.“Have a seat,” I pointed him to a sizeable arm
For over thirty minutes, Zion stood at the edge of the fire place, staring at me as I gazed upon my photo which hung on the wall.Each time I gazed upon the photo when I was Brian Patrick, tears often swam in my eyes because it left heart-drenching, horrible memories into my soul. I wondered what life would have been for me, if I hadn’t discovered the Mike Don in me.“Boss you are always sober whenever you gaze on that picture. Perhaps we may have to remove it if it keeps ruining your day,” Zion recoiled through thunderous face.As though what he just said never got to me, I groaned, “What name is on our black list? Check it up immediately. I need to pay back an enemy in his coin,” Fire stood in my eyes as I stared stilly at my photo losing interest in sipping at my Tom Collins.Swiftly Zion swapped his tablet phone and dimmed his eyes once he got to a name, “Boss the next name on your black list is Mr. Kenny” he paused and brought his stare on me, “Boss who is Mr. Kenny if I may ask
At the time the news making the round was my honorable visit to the Suburban Real Estate, shortly after I acquired the multi-trillion estate. For weeks indigenes of Rio Hondo discussed my official visit to the estate, which they promised to attend and get acquainted with the man of the moment.From all over the world, I got superb recognition and congratulatory messages form world owners moguls of conglomerate on my purchase of the Suburban Real Estate. It was indeed an indelible move for me into the business of real estate. Like my father, Saint Don advised me, I was out-and out to diversify my investment rather than focus on oil and gas alone.Before I got to the estate, the bulldozers and tractors had been assembled by the building engineers which I hired, so commuters and the media were quick to publicize that I was about demolition the state of the art estate.But I wasn’t. Rather I was out to pay one of my enemies in his coin.Mr. Kenny? Would he know who I was now?Soon residen
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
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
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