Of a truth Saint Don was hugely gutted with Steve Marks. He actually wanted us to while away our time at the yacht and return home without seeing him. I didn’t know about Steve but I was losing my patience to see a man I never thought of seeing let alone call him father.
He gave out stringent protocol to his aides and security not to let us in. Being a smarter mogul , Steve Marks had to refill the visitors’ form in a psedoname, which he, Saint Don wouldn’t recognize.
While I waited outside Steve finally had the golden opportunity to go into his luxurious five star cabin.
“You swine!” he cursed Steve Marks upon setting his eyes on him. “What are you doing here, Steve? Who permitted you to gain access to me?”
From outside I could hear his voice beam and groan my heart. I could imagine the peril and wrath on his face and the pillar of fire in his eyes.
“Security! Security !” Saint Don called radically …
I swallowed hard, as my heart rebounded. I wondered what would be the fate of his offenders that fell short of his mercy.
Steve Marks went down on his knees, took a bow. “I come in peace my boss. Please do not remember the things of the past. I have come with good news …
Saint Don barked at him and stamped his fingers on the desk, “You bastard. All your life you have never come up with anything better. You are so full of ruins and destruction. You are not supposed to be here. You should be ending the rest of miserable declining life in jail. Leave my cabin this minute!” he beamed, and his jaw dropped.
Steve bowed hugely “I know I am not supposed to be here. I have caused you so much pain and nightmare. I am supposed to be dead. I deserve your outrageous judgment. But please hear me out first Chairman.”
Each time Saint Don was done yelling he would turn his back at Steve and wipe the tiny tears that welled up his eyes; it made me realize how much he loved his family and so may never forgive Steve.
Saint Don broke down in tears, “You caused me so much pain, Steve. I entrusted the life of my family to you by hiring you as my driver. What did you do? You wasted the life of my wife and only son in a ghastly car accident. I warned you time without number to control your speed limit while driving but you wouldn’t listen…”
It was all about tears now because Steve Marks had also broken down in tears.
He sniffed before mumbling, “Please my boss, I still feel pained for the misery I brought upon you. Anne Don your wife was a woman I respected so much and I never wanted her dead. Forgive me and hear me out first. I have a reason for coming. I promise you something and that promise is what I have come to fulfill.”
Saint Don interposed furiously, “You smell of ruin and Hades. I distaste you so much now that I wish I could take your life myself. I am here talking about my family you killed in an auto crash and you here telling me about some nonsensical promise. Can your promise bring my pretty wife back to life, uh? What about my handsome heir, Mike Don? Can it bring him back to life?” he sobbed and groaned as his body trembled.
Gently raising his gaze, Steve Marks shook his head and said, “Boss your heir is alive. Your heir is very much alive and healthy. I have found him.”
Saint Don dragged a squeezed, thick brow and started advancing gently to him.
“If you think you can fly all the way from Rio Hondo to speak lies, then have it in mind that this time around not only will I send you to jail but I will have you murdered in it,” he mumbled through clenched teeth.
“Chairman before I ever say a thing, I must confirm it severally as gold in the hands of a gold smith. Your true heir is very much alive. I made you a promise to find your heir and that I have done, boss,” he said with his head still bowed.
Saint Don stared down to him, “Wait a minute are you telling me that my heir, my very true heir my blood is alive, uh?”
He gave a confirmatory nod, “As a matter of fact, boss your heir is right here on the yacht as we speak,” he said, leaving Saint Don gaping as he left and returned to the cabin with me.
I stood as confused as Saint Don, with our gaze locked together. His conical, inspective eyes were staring me from head to toes now.
“This is Mike Don your son. He didn’t die in the auto crash. Days after the auto crash, I got an investigative report that it was only the burnt corpse of a woman that was found in the car. I doubted it until I was shown the ruins. It was only your wife that got burnt in the car. The car somersaulted twenty times. Just like me, Mike must have fallen out without bruises and got missing. Weeks later I found him in a hospital, where I was unformed a good citizen brought him for treatment. But when I returned to the hospital, I discovered he had been discharged and went away with this unknown person. That was why I made you a promise that I must find your true heir, Mike Don.”
Hastily, Saint Don trudged to my side, squatted to my legs, pulled up my trousers and saw the scar on my right legs.
His hands trembled and his lips shook as strings on guitar. “This is my son! This is my true heir! This is Mike Don. I am your father. You are my…”
Weeping couldn’t let him speak yet further as he choked on his voice and held me on the face.
I shook my head repeatedly in doubt, “No! No! No! It can’t be true! It can’t be! Saint Don? My father? No! My parents are dead. No!”