Take over

"Shit!"

Watch where you are going…you just slipped hot coffee all over my shirt." The voice of Edward Hinnberg was laced with anger, raising his eyes, his demeanor changed immediately.

His fist clenched, and he gritted his teeth, his heart heaved up and down in anger.

His eyes were ablaze as he set them on the one who had ruined his presentation outfit.

"If it ain't you bastard!... What are you doing here…did you miss your way to the market…c'mon let me see the list of things your mother-in-law sent to go get at the market…the market is that way bastard." His voice was laced with pure hatred as though every word was dripping venom, his eyes burning with a furious intensity that could ignite a wildfire of conflict at any moment.

"Edward…am really sor…" Those words didn't come out of his mouth completely as Edward completely emptied the remaining coffee on his head and over his black shirt.

"This should teach him to look properly and not walk around without his eyes, bumping into people." The voice of Mr Gwen, the personal assistant of Edward Hinnberg, broke through as he showed Edward Hinnberg the video he had made of Edward Hinnberg embarrassing Alex Waynee.

"Oh! It's trending already…Wow… over 300,000 likes in a minute…this is so cool…I have just added 300 more subscribers to my YouTube channel… I should do more of this funny content with him as the main character." The taunting laughter of Mr Gwen and Edward Hinnberg drew attention to Alex Waynee as he wiped his face dry with his hand towel.

It's a good thing he had chosen his black shirt over the white shirt his father-in-law had given him.

Moments later…

"I can't allow you into this complex dressed in that Halloween costume you call a shirt." The mean voice of the guard at the entrance pierced through his heart like a thousand Spartan arrows laced with Scorpion venom.

Stepping back he crammed the name of the guard…Harry Ray.

"Hello… Mr Mark! am giving you 30 seconds to come downstairs and meet me… and bring along the termination letter of Harry Ray…make sure you send out his name to all the companies in and out of the country…if anyone dares to employ him…then they have declared war against the Wayne's…and bring me a cover suit while coming downstairs…you have 24 seconds remaining." He says as he looks lecherous at the security.

The security man was taken aback by the words he heard.

"Just who do you think you are…" His voice was husky as he made his way towards Alex Waynee, who wasn't bored at all.

"Mr Harry Ray… here is your sack letter..you have been relieved of your duty as the Chief Security Officer of Elvis Global Empire…your name has been listed on the international criminal board…meaning neither you, your wife, children or anyone bearing your family name can ever get a job both in whistling meadows and across the country…as I speak… Duchess Hospital is currently serving your wife her sack letter…Goodbye Mr.Harry Ray." Mr Mark's voice came in from behind, laced with authority.

"You can't do this to me…as he crawled to Alex Waynee and pleaded with him to please forgive him." His tears welled down on the old mocassin Alex Waynee was wearing.

"Security! Remove his uniform immediately." The voice of Mr Mark was vehement as Harry Ray was dragged out of Alex Waynee's presence.

"Mr. Wayne…I am really sorry for the inconvenience'' Mr Mark's voice is subtle as his wobbly hands wipe the tears of Harry Ray off Alex Waynee's shoes with his $100,000 Armani suit.

Standing up he motions to a messenger behind him, who brings him a new cover coat and he dons Alex Waynee the cover suit and leads him to his office.

While all this was going on, Alex Waynee immediately covered his face with a brown cap that had a golden eagle drawn on it, as people were beginning to take pictures and videos, they were all wondering who is this mystery boss that the all-powerful Vice President of Elvis global empire was bowing down to and had even wiped his shoes with his suit…not just any suit..an Armani worth over $100,000.

Moments later…

"Mr Mark, I appreciate your kindness, and how you have been running the company in my absence…don't you think the punishment you gave Harry Ray is quite too much?" His eyebrows pulled up in astonishment.

"No boss! I have been wanting to deal with that bastard for quite a long time… today was just this lucky day… I guess…what did he even do to you?… If I may ask" His voice is a bit quaky.

"Never mind!"

Standing up Alex Waynee looks through the window.

"Can you pull me up the video footage of the leftwing of the building?" His voice was laced with authority as he gazed intently into the eyes of Mr. Mark, who was now sipping his hot cappuccino.

"Right away boss!"

"Stop right there…zoom in…a little further…yes…now move to the left…exactly…do you happen to know those two people?" His face suddenly flushed red in anger as he stared intently into the laptop screen.

Peering through the anti-glare glasses he wore, Mr.Mark could see and smell anger reeking all over Alex Waynee.

"Yes! The other one by the left is Edward Hinnbergs and by his right is Mr Gwen, his weird personal assistant…he runs a YouTube channel where he makes funny videos…and there we have you." He stared inquisitively at Alex Waynee.

"Is there an issue Boss?" 

"Not really… What business do we have with the Hinnbergs?" Alex Waynee's voice is vehement as he slams the mahogany wooden table, causing Mr Mark to jitter backwards, his anti-glare glasses almost falling off.

"Boss! It's a case of what business do they have with us, our company supplies 67% of their GDP and most of their workforce comes from here…I was expecting the eldest son of the late Lord Hinnbergs earlier today, he is coming with a major proposal for us to aid in funding their conglomerate merger with the Douglas global empire…am surprised to see him in the recording this morning…is there a problem…Sir?"

Standing up, his shadow casting an intimidating silhouette over Mr Mark, he exuded an aura of power and authority that left Mr. Mark shivering.

"Mr. Mark! Place a call over to the Hinnbergs and cancel all of our projects with them…withdraw all forms of aid and benefits they enjoy from this company…as for my Gwen…I know exactly how to make him pay dearly."

"Alright Sir…Your wish is my command."

"Again I wouldn't be coming here too often, I wanted you to announce the takeover of Elvis global empire by a new administration… and don't ever mention my name as the owner to anyone…or you wouldn't just lose your Job…you will pay with your life… if you cooperate with me… I will make you a more wealthy man… by the way, I heard your salary is $1,000,000 a month…I am making it $12,000,000 a month…just make sure you do as I said."

"Oh my God!!!... Thank you, Sir." Mr Mark says as he kneels and bows before Alex Waynee.

"Announce also that the new CEO will be running a raffle draw contest…I will text you the number of the person that I want you to announce as the winner and the new acting CEO."

"Am I understood?" His voice Ortund, as he stared intently at Mr Mark.

"Remember, keep my identity a secret, especially from the new acting CEO." His voice is subtle as he retraces his head out the door.

"Here is your cover coat." He said as he flung the suit at Mr Mark, who cut it in mid air.

Moments later… Alex Waynee is going down the stairs.

"Shit!"

"Lady Karen Douglas just saw me, this is bad" he said as he ran to use the elevator instead.

On entering the elevator, someone stepped out immediately and slipped a piece of paper into his hand…it was that same man that gave Sandra Douglas that white envelope.

Staring into the paper, he found a shocking message.

'Alex Wayne! Find me.'

"Hey wait!"

Before he could step out of the elevator, the door closed right in his face.

"Who is this man?"

"What does he know about my parents' death?"