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 man.
Once the site engineers embarked on their way home, he advanced to the horrible site, wept on his knees, picked up pieces of bricks which were the ruins of the houses, and lamented at the tops of his voice.
Mr. Kenny needed no other conviction to know that his end had come and nemesis just befell him.
“Oh what a world! I never knew this day would come!” he wept with his gaze to the sky , “I least expected seeing Brian Patrick alive let alone being the world richest man ! This was a boy I underrated! I never knew he was destined to be superbly wealthy and powerful! Oh lord …”
He masked his teary face and fell on the ground.
“Put yourself together Kenny,” one of the onlookers intoned, patting him on the shoulders.
***
In few days when Kenny returned to the site to have a look at the ruins of his buildings, he met another shocker; all around the acres of land were ribbons with NO-TRESPASSING signs on them and to make it worse, a host of my securities were manning the sites.
But there was another message on the bill board which he was yet to read, and he only got to know of it when he drifted closer. Never in his life did he expect to see this. In fact he had to rub his eyes just to ensure his sight wasn’t deceiving him.
But the message was right.
When he raised his gaze, he saw the message on the billboard which was placed on his land: DUMPING SITE FOR SUBURBAN ESTATE
“Oh my God! This can’t be happening! My land has been converted to a dumping site! Oh Mike Don!” he lamented and drifted forward, almost nearing the land when my host of security stopped him.
“I thought you saw the no-trespassing sign, Mr. Man!” one of my securities yelled at him, bringing him to a forceful stop.
Gently he sank on his knees and molded his arms to plead, “I am Mr. Kenny James, the owner of the five buildings which were demolished few days ago,” he explained through tears, “And thes are the remains of the demolition…I… I “ he stuttered, “I am surprised to see that it has been made a dumping site for the residents of suburban estate.”
One of my securities pointed at the billboard . “As you can see , Mr. Kenny, these acres of land don’t belong to you anymore, it is the instruction of the world richest man to make them dumping sites for the residents…”
Promptly tears surged down his cheeks as he lost words to protest yet further. He tossed his head abruptly, “This is unfair… this is out of it…” his voice shivered and tuned to sorrow, “I lost five of my buildings in one day and I am losing the acres of land…no…I am definitely going to lose my sanity…I must meet with Mike Don…!” he wailed and dashed away to his car.
***
Luck fell on his side when he met me advancing to my convoy amidst my security and aide. I never knew someone was trudging to my side until my security yelled at him and brought him to a stand-still.
“Oh Mr. Kenny,” I called, all smiles and expected to see him worse than what he looked like now, “Why the sudden visit. I can’t recall having an appointment with you. Impromptu visit like this offends my audacity. Nothing stops me from ordering my security to throw you out of this place…”
Without much hesitation, he pulled down on his knees, molded his arms and pled, “Please Mike Don have mercy upon me. Don’t do this to me. I just discovered you have turned my acres of land into a dumping site for the residents of the Suburban Estates. Isn’t the demolishing enough punishment?”
I interrupted him with a chuckle. And then subsided to a maddening scowl, “That is the tip of the ice berg of the nemesis I would bring upon you. Mr. Kenny. If I were you I would disappear out of sight because I don’t think you can stand the ruins. The residents need a dumping site so your acres of land are most suitable for it, since I demolished your houses…”
He wailed bitterly, “No, please Mike Don, don’t do this to me. I have lost everything. I am totally lost to poverty right now. You can’t do this to me. I thought you could let me access the acres of land
While he was yet speaking I hopped into my Ferrari and zoomed off in a convoy.
“No! No! Mike Don please!” he wailed noisily, stamping his feet on the ground, “I wish I never did you wrong! I wish I never did!” he wailed on…
Trouble ahead…