My father had his face dilated with smiles as he caught sight of me prance into the sitting room. I raised my hands and my aides and security who accompanied me dispersed behind me.
I brushed cheeks with my father and we hugged engagingly. “Do have a seat my honorable heir.” Father pointed my attention to an exquisite lone sofa.
Father couldn’t wait for me to sit properly before he added, “My joy has known no bounds since I heard the news. This will be the greatest achievement for the Saint Don Group. I really want to hear it from the horse’s mouth. Tell me more about the oil well, Mike.”
I paused to collect the flute of wine from the cup bearer who was attending to me after attending to father. “I didn’t tell you about the ten billion dollars which I loaned the ministry of oil and gas.”
Father raised a brow and sat up in shock before shooting his expectant gaze at me.
I gave a firm nod, “Yes I did father. The ministry is indebted to me. Out of the thirty billion dollars additional profit I added to my net worth, I decided to loan them ten billion dollars, since we don’t have need of it for now.”
“Wow!” father shook his head, and swallowed hard, “You just have to be careful with these governmental maggots. They know how to suck companies dry and render them bankrupt,” he intoned and snorted, before adding, “Look at the fate of the Fanny Group today.”
I could see the fear in his eyes which reddened , “Fear not, father. I am in charge now. Don’t forget I have been given two years to explore the ministry’s oil well.” I opened my briefcase, brought out some documents, which I placed on the table.”
Promptly father leaned forward to follow my fingers which pointed at the papers.
“This is my agenda for the Saint Don Group. In two years we will make a lot of profit using the oil well which we never had…”
Father gulped his wine and added, “And I don’t think any money bag owns an oil well in this country at the moment.”
I gave a nod in conformity, “Good. But I tell you soon we are going to own one, and I Mike Don would bring it to pass. I send my money on errand, father.”
Father’s brow chiseled as he sat back in the sofa and queried, “how do you intend to do that? Enlighten me son?” he demanded.
I smiled gorgeously, “You don’t worry father, soon you will know , the stuff your son is made of. Don’t forget I also have plans of dominating all the industry ranging form real estate to manufacturing. Come on father, Saint Don Group is only known for oil and gas. It is high time we diversified. No money bag, no Croesus can snatch the rank of the world richest man from me. Recently we are worth thirty trillion dollars. After exploring the oil well for two years we will have worth one hundred trillion dollars.”
Father sat up and shot an anxious gaze at me before gaping at me, and asked me a million questions with his dimmed eyes.
“Yes, father it is possible. But I am not just going to stop at one hundred trillion. I will invest fifty percent of it to own an oil well and once I am done I would diversify the profits from oil well into other industries. Like I said, I want to dominate all the industries. You name it, ICT, manufacturing , fashion. That is the only way I can remain the world richest man.”
Father snorted and shook his head in bewilderment, “Son if you can do this, I will forever be proud of you even in grave. All my life I never thought I could exceed the net worth of thirty trillion dollars. But here you are briefing me about your plans to increase it to one hundred trillion.”
I stood up quickly once I gazed at my diamond wrist watch, “I got to go father. I have a business summit in Madrid and my private jet is scheduled to take off at 12:15AM.”
We had a handshake, “Safe trip, son. God speed!” he bade me and smiled gratefully.
***
“Melissa Fanny!” called a blonde thick woman, “You didn’t come in your Lamborghini today. What happened?” she asked.
Melissa lowered her gaze and fondled with her fingers before she replied coldly, “It is a long story Mrs. Lillian. But is that going to stop me from making my hair at your salon today?” she asked and gazed around to see the sudden arrival of a convoy of Ferrari and phantom, interrupt their discussion.
Quickly a band of well-suited security alighted from the car and scuttled to the Porsche to open the door.
“Oh my God! Mrs. Lillian exclaimed and gagged her mouth with her hands, “I got to go and attend to her, Melissa. This is the wife to Mike Don, the world richest man. She phoned me a day ago she would be patronizing my salon this weekend, I took it for a bluff, considering her status. I never knew she was serious.”
Melissa dimmed her eyes and shot her inspective eyes at my wife , “Wait a minute is this not Clara Roham?”
Mrs. Lillian queried, “Yes, yes, do you know her?”
Melissa grinned as guilt hit her in the head. She didn’t know how she would tell her that Clara Roham used to be their garbage girl and I had proposed marriage to her right in her presence.
“Never mind, Mrs. Lillian,” she grinned her face and frowned in envy and loss.
Promptly as innumerable bees, passers-by gathered around Clara and demanded for a selfie photo shoot with her.
Her security stopped some of them and kept them away. Clara couldn’t attend to everyone. Once she was done taking a selfie photo with a few fans, the security led her into the salon.
Mrs. Lillian was about walking out on Melissa when she interrupted her, “Mrs. Lillian are you going to make my hair?”
She scowled her face as she turned around, “Hell no, Melissa. This is Clara, we are talking about here. She is the wife to Mike Don the world richest man. She doesn’t share the salon with any goddamn person, and not only does she pay well, she hires the salon for the whole day. I am sorry you may have to come tomorrow to make your hair…”
“Mrs. Lillian! Mrs. Lillian!” Melissa called but then Mrs. Lillian had walked into the salon.
Melissa tucked away at the corner of the street and wept bitterly, “That would have been me!” she mumbled amidst tears, “i am sorry Brian Patrick…”