Once the elevator dinged Fanny Luis and Melissa barged into the reception and paced towards the corridor that led to my office. But a well-suited, pony tail- haired security putting on sunshades stopped them abruptly and shot a menacing gaze at them.
“Where the hell do you think you going?” he queried.
Fanny’s jaw set right then, as he deckowed across the security to see the office tag on the door: office of the world richest man. He wished he could wave the magic wand and he would disappear into that office just to meet with me and query my gusts
“We want to see the world richest man,” Melissa bellowed and kept a grinned face. “We have been fighting tooth and nail just to meet with the world richest man and it seems as though he has cut us short and turned his back on us. Please, even God in heaven would consider us and grant us access. We are tired of being turned down…” she couldn’t finish her words as her weeping voice choked on her words and she lowered her gaze.
The memo they just got form the ministry was the height of it. And by the time they drove down to the Fanny Group, they found a seal up ribbon barricading their towering building complex and stopping staffers from entering. The memo had already stated it through its subject:
SEIZE Of LICENSE TO FUNCTION AS A COMPANY
Before zooming down to the Saint Don Group this morning Fanny and Melissa visited the ministry to query their action. After so much heated bickering and quarrel with the ministry personnel Fanny and Melissa couldn’t believe the personnel’s reply.
Till this moment the reply left them daunted, “We didn’t seize your license, Chairman Fanny Luis. How can the ministry shut down a revenue generating empire?” the personnel had sounded.
Through clenched teeth, Fanny had asked , “If you didn’t do it, then who did?” when the personnel hesitated he had sounded yet further, “I need answers! Who did this to the Fanny Group?”
“Mike Don, the world richest man.” The personnel had replied, gazing straight into the sorry eyes of Fanny Luis.
Fanny Luis had ground his jaw, with his hands trembling nervously as he queried, “You mean Brian Patrick? How can that rich delivery boy have supremacy over the ministry? Are you kidding me or what?”
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And about now, Fanny Luis couldn’t wait to know the stuff I was made of.
The security replied through deep groaning voice. “If you must see the world richest man then you got to fill the visitors’ from.”
“What! Again? Listen we are not visitors. I am Fanny Luis, the Chairman of the Fanny Group and here with me is my daughter Melissa. We are the friends of the Saint Don Group. Please we must see the world richest man. It is pertinent and a matter of urgency.”
Suddenly the knocking of a pair of shoe on the marbled floor interrupted them and when Fanny and Melissa swirled around, lo and behold it was me, amidst my tight security, protocol officers and Zion, my personal assistant as we pranced across the corridor.
“You are welcome the world richest man! You are welcome the world richest man” all the staffers including Fanny Luis and Melissa greeted and bowed, but Fanny and Melissa’s voice were the loudest
I gave Fanny Luis and Melissa the cold shoulders and pretended not to have seen them. I knew their reason for coming and never gave a shot at their loss.
After leading me into the office, Zion came out to meet Fanny and his daughter. “Have you filled the visitors’ form?” he queried and gave out another one. “You can fill it right away if you haven’t filled it…”
“But we filled it the other day. Are we expected to fill yet another one, uh?” Fanny Luis at the time was sweating profusely on the face. With a finger he quickly wiped the sweat on his brow and stiffened his countenance just to fight off the urge to weep.
Zion advanced with his cheerful, hilarious looks, “But today is a new day. If you must meet with the world richest man, you must fill a new form otherwise you return to your bankruptcy company.”
Fanny didn’t have time to banter words with Zion today. He was already sweating profusely over the latest development. Meeting with me was more than bickering with Zion right now.
He gestured at Melissa to take the new form from him and she snatched it from Zion and cursed intensely through murmuring. She just wished her father could get her out of the picture. She couldn’t summon the fuss to behold the charismatic face of her ex husband.
She really had a lot to fix about her life now but fist she must pretend and join forces with Fanny to query my supremacy over the ministry; how one rich kid so dominated the petroleum ministry that his decisions couldn’t be questioned.
Fanny gestured at Melissa to chill out. He couldn’t wait to weep for himself. Every of his pitfalls were happening at the same time. Melissa gritted her jaw and folded her arms nervously.
Fanny’s guess was on the envelope, and at a time he had opened it to read through the documents over and over again. Most times he tapped his chin to wake up from his illusions. But it wasn’t an illusion; sitting at the reception of the Saint Don Group waiting to meet with a boy he had written off was more than an illusion.
When Zion came out to switch the TV channel, news about Fanny Group being shut down permanently by the ministry was being broadcasted. Zion threw a mocking stare at them, watching as Fanny stood on his feet and advanced to the TV. At the time Melissa was all tears, and sniffing hugely.
Fanny’s jaw dropped when he saw more than a handful of his staff stranded outside as they waited for the final outcome of the seal up of the Fanny Group.
“Mr. Fanny Luis you can go in right now and meet with the world richest man.” The security said firmly.