Two days later Zion rode into the Fanny villa on his sizeable scooter and Lisa Bake was outside, at the garden watering the flowers and ornamentals.
Upon seeing Zion Lisa Bake sighed, nagged within herself and murmured about low life son of a gardener who would sit his ass in his poor father’s house rather than frequenting the Fanny’s villa every now and then.
“Hi, granny!” Zion greeted with a cheerful grin and frowned thereafter when Lisa Bake wouldn’t give him a face.
About making into the villa Lisa Bake interrupted him, “Have you checked your email, Zion Robert. Our counsel sent you some divorce papers that…” her voice was unfriendly and emphatic.
Melissa interrupted furiously and pushed against the French door, “Don’t worry granny. I got this.” She returned her gaze on Zion whose brow had begun to sweat profusely since Lisa Bake revealed it to him.
His eyes narrowed at her, “Did you finally file for a divorce after my plead, uh, Melissa?” his voice brook no argument even though he was out for it.
She gritted her teeth and folded her arms tightly as though it would only end with a slap if she didn’t lock those fists. “I gave you an option to choose between me and Brian Patrick . But you chose the latter. Sign the divorce papers and reply me soon, Zion.” She turned around to walk out on him but he grasped her elbow.
“Hold on Melissa. Please you must understand right now my hands are tied. I was at the Fanny Group yesterday and I met with your father to hire me with same salary as Brian Patrick but he declined it, nagging about the Fanny Group going bankrupt.”
She snarled, “Why are you too ambitious. Money is not everything. I thought you would see reasons with me .I thought you were a smart ass. I never knew you were a dope ass. The Fanny group is offering you a salary of a hundred thousand dollars…”
Zion interposed, “And that is all. Brian Patrick is offering me half a million dollars , with a car and a house. If you were in my shoes which would you go for, uh? My true father is a low-life gardener. I have nothing to do about my fate than to survive and the Saint Don Group is a perfect team for my survival. You need to see Brian Patrick’s agenda. The Fanny Group would need him to sort out their bankruptcy…”
Pa!
That was a resounding slap from Melissa. Anger transformed her face as she snarled, “How dare you mention Fanny group whenever we are discussing that rich delivery boy. What makes you feel Brian Patrick is the savior of the world?”
Zion wasn’t done nursing his chin, he knew he had fallen out of honor in this marriage since he lost his status to Brian Patrick. The Melissa that seemed delicate like the butterfly in his life when he was a Croesus could now summon the guts to slap him.
Lisa Bake perched at the door staring at them, “Serves him right,” she murmured , “Zion Robert? That name doesn’t fit in anymore. How are we going to tell him to use the door since the Fanny’s have no need of the low life gardener of a family? He is just full of lies and deceit.”
Zion’s jaw set and his face went crimson hugely. “Did you just slap me, Melissa?” he queried and molded his lips to endear it. It was about coming to an end and soon it would be.
Melissa’s nose wrinkled as she barked , “I thought I was doing you a favor. I am going contrary to the will of the Fanny’s just to stick around your low life gardener of a father-in-law yet you seem not to be grateful. Isn’t a hundred thousand dollars salary enough to impact your rising. I told you my reason for such decision…”
Zion beamed, “What god forsaken reason would make you think I would choose the Fanny Group over the Saint Don Group? Why are you in competition with Brian Patrick? The Fanny Group can’t do without him. I hope you know that!” his voice was so sonorous and echoing that Lisa Bake’s face was flushed with wrath the moment she heard Zion make such utterance.
Fanny Luis who had been on a business call in his bedroom upstairs heard voices outside , gawked through the window to see Zion in a heated argument with Melissa. He scuttled downstairs and made outside.
Lisa Bake reminded him, “I know you for the lessons you teach your offenders teach that son of a gardener a lesson.”
“What is it Zion. I don’t like to see my daughter get walked by family let alone strangers…” his forehead creased as he warned Zion with his thunderous stare.
“Strangers?” Zion retorted , “Am I a stranger now? Is that question supposed to be coming from my father-in-law? This is indeed appalling!”
“You are a stranger now, Zion Robert. Didn’t you get the divorce papers sent to your email? You became a stranger to the Fanny’s the moment you chose Saint Don Group over the Fanny Group. You call yourself a son-in-law yet you team up with our enemy. You are not loyal.”
Zion gave Fanny his dirty looks, “You can’t make Brian Patrick an enemy now. You need him because he is the supreme god of wealth. You don’t want to go against. I wouldn’t advise you to do that.”
Fanny snarled, “Keep shut you bastard. Brian Patrick is only an heir. I have fostered a good business relationship with Saint Don and you know what that means? It means I can do without Brian Patrick and his audacity!”
Zion gave a feeble nod, “I will rather grow with the world richest man who has a perfect plan for posterity . The Fanny group is on its last toe and about going bankrupt…”
“Leave my villa now!” Fanny beamed through clenched teeth.