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 residents of the state became disturbed and restless as rabbits whose holes were on fire. The meeting became more important than I thought. There was an impromptu quest to meet with me, since they wouldn’t want to lose their homes.
From above, while in my private jet, amidst my entourage, I gazed down and saw an ocean of the residents of Suburban Real Estate looking up at me and waving impatiently to have me in their midst. I knew this moment was going to be epic but also it was going to be sorrowful and full of vengeance for Mr. Kenny.
When my gold-plated jet booed to the earth, and I advanced to the hatch door, the innumerable residents couldn’t control their pent-up emotions; they waved and clamored to meet with me. Already my securities were on ground to check mate my safety with the environment.
It was obvious, the white-bearded. Light-skinned, chubby man; who was all smiles and amidst two pretty women, was Mr. Kenny. I could still recall his pit-bull face and his horrible dentition which flashed whenever he smiled, still struck in resemblance in my head.
Zion could notice the mountain of frown that sneaked into my face. “Boss you look unperturbed. What could be the problem? You have been merry all along and all of a sudden you became sad.” He stole a glance at my fallen face and scowled.
I pouted my lips. “Over there is Mr. Kenny, my former landlord,” I groaned and Zion stared in my direction and caught sight of him. “The bastard is going to feel my wrath.”
“Oh I see. You can see he is also all smiles with his pretty women. If only he knew what would befall him, he wouldn’t be smiling sheepishly. Boss” he called more emphatically, “I don’t think Mr. Kenny would recognize you now. Would he know that the world richest man he has come to welcome was the same Brian Patrick he dealt with some year ago…”
“Absolutely, Zion, “I mumbled and still settled my gaze on Mr. Kenny who was flirting with his women now, “Whatsoever pain, shame, and ridicule he brought upon me, he is going to receive it in hundred folds.”
Zion shook his head abruptly and added, “I can’t wait to see it happen, boss. Mr. Kenny doesn’t deserve your mercy. He deserves to go to hell with a bucket of fuel.”
“Let’s go, Zion,” I intoned, as my security behind hastened to the front to restrict the crowd from touching me. I forced a smile and reciprocated the crowd who chanted my name and stretched their arms to touch me.
“See how he is loved,” one of the pretty women, who was with Mr. Kenny sounded and blushed at me. With white knuckled hand, she rubbed her chin and courted me, “How I wish I were his wife. What a man. He is so cute, rich and humble.” She placed her arms on her bust.
The other woman interrupted her, “Heh, we are definitely going to fight over Mike Don. This is my man crush. If only I could get a warm hug from him, I would be satisfied for the rest of my life. I love Mike Don and yearn to be his baby mama if not a wife. Take a look at his skin, pink lips and tuxedo….uh-oh…”
Mr. Kenny shook his head in amusement, “hey you women court Mike Don because he is the world richest man? Come on, he is not the only rich man in the world. I am rich also.” He raised his hands proudly, “I am landlord of five buildings at the Suburban Real Estate. I have got plenty money to spend…”Mr. Kenny sounded jealously and sighed.
One of the women hissed and smiled cheek to cheek, “Come on Kenny we know you are rich but you are not as rich as our Mike Don. That cutie has unlimited wealth now…”
The moment I climbed the stage to address the crowd, the women and Mr. Kenny kept shut and looked forward to gaze on me.
The crowd quietened as I picked up the microphone to speak, “Greetings, my inestimable tenants. It is with great delight that I announce to you that hence forth, I , Mike Don, am the landlord of the Suburban Real Estate, which I acquired with the sum of sixteen trillion dollars at the auction.”
The crowd gave me a clapping ovation as they chanted and chattered among themselves.
I raised my arms to calm them before I spoke yet further, “I know you all are scared of losing your houses the moment you saw the building engineers with bulldozers and tractors. But they have only come to demolish, some buildings and structures that are below standard.”
The crowd grew weak with anticipation and uncertainty in their eyes as they waited with bated breath for the structures I would be demolishing.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the houses with plot number, 162, 149, 129, 201 and 211 are below standard and must be demolished, so as to avoid threat to human lives.” I sounded avidly and shot a frown at my offender.
Mr. Kenny dimmed his eyes thoughtfully and protested, “Wait a minute! Those are my house numbers. He just mentioned my houses! What is happening?” he started advancing forward, pushing through the crowd.
Something was about to befall someone…