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 because I couldn’t afford one thousand dollars for the rent…”
He interposed me, “No! No! it can’t be true. You can’t be Brian Patrick.” he stared me down one more time as though he was looking out for a remarkable feature about me, “The Brian Patrick I know isn’t rich cute and fresh as this.” He pointed at me from head to toes and shook his head firmly, “Brian Patrick must be wandering and wallowing in abject poverty now.” He raised his gaze on me and emphasized, “Mike Don why do you want to impersonate poverty? Do you know who Brian Patrick is and the abject poverty he is made of, huh?”
I smiled briefly and settled my furious gaze on him, “Mr. Kenny are you stunned to see that I rose from abject poverty to being the world richest man, huh?” I queried and stooped to query yet further, “Well the Brian Patrick you thought wouldn’t survive as a pauper has risen to unlimited wealth and power. “ I pocketed my arms and turned my back at him, “Mr. Kenny you used to be my landlord but today I am your landlord.”
He gagged his mouth with his rams and fidgeted abnormally, his white knuckles almost cracking, “This can’t be true. What are you talking about? You can’t be Brian Patrick! How come? Please Mike Don there are certain revelations I can believe but for you to tell me poor Brian Patrick is not just my landlord but the world richest man, it is impossible…”
I interjected him with a maddening outburst of laughter, “That is the problem with the world. You rich people think, wealth is meant for you alone and so no one else can grow rich.” I shot a warning gaze at him and he lowered his gaze, scared to lock eyes with me. “Mr. Kenny James, the Brian Patrick you thought was going to end up in abject poverty and penury is the world richest man today and the true heir to the Saint Don Group. My real name is Mike Don and not Brian Patrick,”
He scowled, his lips shivered as the strings on guitar. “Oh my Jupiter’s brain!” he exclaimed and dared to recognize me and strike the resemblance, “How come? How did it happen? You have always been poor and a no body…”
I molded a rugged frown across my face and stared in the space thoughtfully, “All the while you maltreated my foster father and I you never knew you were maltreating the son and the true heir to the Saint Don Group, huh?” I pitched my gaze on him. “My true father is Saint Don. For over twenty years he had been in search of his son, his true heir. I never knew I was his missing son, even Mr. Patrick revelaed to me that he was only my foster father. He had adopted me as his son when he found me wandering on the street…”
“Oh my goose!” he exclaimed, “This is unimaginable!” his voice shivered and died off as quickly as it sounded.
I tossed my head. “Yes it is supposed to be unimaginable because you never thought I would amount to anybody in life.” I advanced forward and stooped at him to sound it clearly, “My true identity was revealed to me on the verge of committing suicide. Today I am the world richest man with unlimited wealth. And you know what; you are my tenant because I own the Suburban Estate.”
He stroked his long dark hair confusedly. Already tears were clouding in his eyes, “Please Mike Don, I know I did you wrong. I poured hell on your ass. I am not worthy to stand before you for all the ill treatment I brought upon you and…”
“Keep shut!” I slammed my feet on the ground and he flinched and trembled hugely, “Ill treatment is an understatement, Mr. Kenny. It was winter and you never cared about the health of my foster father. You sent us packing. Together with our properties we perished in the snow,” Tears leaked through my eyes and trickled down my cheeks as I paused my lips and wailed silently, “With my eyes, I watched him perish like a bird in the mouth of a beast. You denied us the only shelter we had. We slept in the cold street of Rio Hondo and waited for death …” I turned my back to advance to the engineers, “Zion, I called and commanded , “Instruct the engineers to pull down the five building s belonging to Mr. Kenny with immediate effect…”
“No! No! Mike Don you can’t do this!” he hastened to my side and dared to move even further and my security held him to a spot. But there was no stopping him, “Mike Don please, have mercy on me. I have realized my mistakes. I never knew your true identity…”
Already Zion was advancing to the engineers to give them my command.
“Oh what a world!” he had his hands on his head as he wailed…