With anticipation clouding my thought I joined my father as he led the way, gently trudging into the corridor that led upstairs. Soon we had trudged past the penthouse and were still climbing through to the top of the mansion.I wondered what he was up to. Curiosity hung hugely over me as we walked and discussed. He led the discussion and I barely could pay attention because already I was anxious of where he was leading me. What was he about showing me? Because it was obvious father was up to something.“Son your ambition has snatched you away from home. I rarely saw much of you.” he let a contagious chortle when he perceived the worry on my face.I managed a gentle smirk but within me I was still nervous of where father was leading me. I perceived we were on a grand tour of his mansion because I hadn’t visited this part of the mansion before.It seemed quite strange and lonelier; it was obvious that secrecy was the only thing that could make one come to this part of the mansion.Wher
“What the hell!” I exclaimed, gagged my mouth with my trembling hands and used my shocked eyes to comb around the room as I dared to see much of the money which were evenly scattered on the floor of the other corner of the room.“Welcome to my vault, son,” my father intoned, waving his chubby hands across the room , leaving me exclaiming and walking around to survey the innumerable amount of money , which would need a counting machine to calculate.“Oh my father! Oh my father! What the hell am I seeing?” I kept exclaiming and almost squealing in joy as I walked around this stretched room which was far way longer and wider than any hall one could think of.I left my father, prancing from shelf to shelf, clenching hold of these bundles of dollars and a pounds, untying them and tossing them in the air as they flew in their number and rained down on me.“This is money! Oh my God! What the hell is happening to me again? Father!” I exclaimed and pulled down on my knees as I raised my hands
My ego became higher than any sky scraper you could think of. My father just made me eight hundred and fifty trillion dollars richer. My net worth was back and to be frank with you I just leant a lot from father and would never lose my place as the world richest man.After a delightsome moment with father, I hugged him and promised to make him proud in the labor market. The aura of vitality and success took over me, and I couldn’t wait to confront men like Thomas Jackson who wanted to rubbish me with his mere four hundred trillion dollars. An eye for an eye! I just couldn’t wait to challenge Thomas Jackson and show him the stuff I was made of now. Already my host of security were outlined at my private jet , waiting for me. Promptly Zion drifted to my side. He was having a phone on his ears and I perceived it was a phone call from Forbes.“Boss! Boss!” he chanted, gasped to my side before he added, “The Forbes directors have been hounding me with phone calls, demanding to confirm i
My media aide hesitated in booking an appointment with media homes for the briefing about my current net worth. Therefore at the time the news was still making the round about my decline in net worth and possibility of becoming poor in no distance time. I stayed back in one of my secret mansion and waited for the appointed time to showcase my new newt worth.All over the world, all eyes were on TV, newspapers, social media. On the streets, heavy bickering about my decline to poverty ensued amongst the populace. I trended and became one of the most talked issues and searched personality on the internet.For over a month, the topic; Mike Dons Decline To Poverty trended, it became a recurrent newsflash which left admirers disappointed and associates gutted with fury and shame.At the prison, Fanny Luis and Morgan Harris had a field day gossiping me and mocking my downfall. They had requested for special wine and spirit from the management of the prison and in their privacy under the wat
In few days time Fanny Luis was stunned when his name was announced by the jailer , about one Melissa who had come to pay him a visit. He had guessed aright that his daughter was going to quit leaving Rio Hondo since I was back to poverty.But did they know how much I was worth now?Hmmm! Fingers crossed!Fanny Luis stemmed a shiver; he didn’t expect to see his daughter now or in the life to come. After she had threatened to leave Rio Hondo and disappear out of sight, he never thought he would set his eyes on Melissa again.This was more than a surprise to him; he couldn’t believe the curvaceous, yellow-haired, tall lady across the desk at the visitors was his daughter. For a moment he stood agape lost in thought and unbelief.Whereas Melissa smiled cheek to cheek, welcoming him to her side, with her arms which gestured at him, Fanny Luis forced a lopsided smile and shook his head in doubt.“Daughter?” he called, as doubt parading in his voice. He could have doubted anyone if he was
Hoffers Greenfield was so broke that he had to do menial jobs in the restaurant to survive. He had a target of earning at least five hundred dollars which could foot his fare to Georgia, his maternal home town which was his final destination.He had succeeded in securing a bartender job at a restaurant somewhere around town, which was in the suburb and located out of eyes reach. Just like Fanny and Melissa, Hoffers had heard news about the decline of my net worth and he celebrated my downfall.Hoffers, who wasn’t a reader of news paper found himself sourcing for newspapers at the vendors and when he finally found the news, he read repeatedly and couldn’t wait to see me with his two eyes and mock me to scorn.The media homes had taken advantage of my downfall to promote their enterprises and generate enough money. In no distance time Hoffers Greenfield , like every other Rio Hondo read and heard news of my downfall which trended all over the streets , TV stations d and social media.In
Mr. President had his back at the wall, his gaze on my photo which had been on his desk all the while. It was time for him to borrow the fifty trillion dollars from me but the sudden decline of my wealth was about making him to compromise.The door opened and he raised his gaze to see it was the minister.“Morning His Excellency,” the minister greeted once he pranced into the tranquil office. Just like everyone, he was having a newspaper. All over the world everyone followed the news of my downfall and while some celebrated others felt bitter.The minister was among those who celebrated; he was having a throaty smile as he advanced to the side of the president who had been brooding over my fate.“Few days ago when I told you Mike Don was going to lose his fortune you doubted me and almost cursed me but what is happening today, Mr. President?” he placed the newspaper on his desk and their gaze settled on the page which had my image with the simple headline: BACK TO POVERTY.Mr. Preside
It was time for me to break the long awaited silence and show up once again. After my father gifted me the diamond and eight hundred and fifty trillion dollars, I decided to make it to the Bahamas. This was part of my strategies to be out of the eyes of the public for a while and plan ways of investing the money.But regrettably, on a daily, Zion kept bringing hundreds of news and reports bordering on the public and the media’s perspective of my decline in net worth.The fact was that everyone thought I was back to poverty; most of such people rejoiced over it while others lamented. The media were at their best in slandering me and profiting from the news.For more than four months the news that trended all over the world was virtually about my downfall and nothing more. Suddenly I became weary of reading newspapers because of the insight of the media.It was obvious everyone had given up on me. The media took turns to castigate and make a fool of me because they thought I had lost my
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