I had my face clouded with smiles as my private jet booed and landed on the tarmac.
“Welcome back, the world richest,” Zion bowed his head once he said to me, and opened the sleeves of my classic tuxedo so I could squeeze into it.
When I stared out through the window of my jet I could see my convoy of well-suited; muscular men standing next to stretched Lamborghini, Austin martins and phantom. But nothing fascinated me than the crowd of anticipating fans that waited for my arrival with bated breath.
More than a handful of these fans were pretty ladies of various races and looks. They were all having handy placards and cards with distinctive magnifying letterings;
Welcome Back The World Richest Man!
We Love You The World Richest Man
Just A Hug For The World Richest Man!
I shut my eyes briefly as I recalled what life was for me earlier and the milestone I had covered now.
“See how the ladies adore you, boss,” Zion sounded somewhere close to my ears, “The prettiest of ladies want to court you now. Who wouldn’t want to associate with the world richest man anyways?”
“I am really dumbfounded,” I replied, “The crowd is much now. I wonder how I am going to walk through this ocean of fans without my security hurting anyone.”.” I gazed upon the crowd once I diverted my stare from the smiling face of Zion.
Zion shrugged, “I guess they don’t have a choice. You shouldn’t give a damn whether they get hurt or not…”
I shot a menacing stare at Zion and my face scowled at him, “You sound very sarcastic. These ladies have chosen to respect and love me.”
Zion bowed his head and replied coldly, “Apologies , boss. What do you prefer we do now, since we must pass through them before we get to the convoy.”
I gazed upon the ladies and how they waved expectantly at my private jet, hoping to see me glide down the staircase soon. You must put a call to my protocol officer. Instruct him that none of the ladies must get hurt and he must instruct my security to allow me take a selfie photo if the ladies yearn for one…” I intoned.
“Yes, boss,” Zion bowed and picked up the phone to carry out my orders.
While Zion busied himself with the phone call, a figure among the ladies caught my sight. I dimmed my eyes and saw that it was Melissa. She was putting on sunshades and I couldn’t have recognized her if not for her auburn hair. She stood at a lone corner, arms folded as she stared at the ocean of female fans wave at my jet.
Zion seemed to have caught sight of her as soon as he phoned the protocol officer, “Boss is that not your ex-wife, Melissa?” my face had grimaced when he peered at me, “What does she want now, boss?”
“I don’t know and wouldn’t want to know. “ I put on my sunshades and cast a striking gaze at Zion before mumbling, “Let’s go.”
“World richest man! World richest man!”
The ocean of pretty ladies chanted and flashes of camera light shot at me as I glided down the staircase with contagious smile clouding my face. I raised my hands and waved at the nervous crowd as I approached them.
Promptly the dashing ladies gathered me with their placards and dresses for my autograph.
“We love you, the world richest man!” a voice among the crowd chanted and while I was done letting more than a handful take a selfie photo with me , I was tapped on the shoulder..
“Please the world richest man, I need your autograph,” a blonde, tall, ectomorph lady demanded and others joined her.
In the next few minutes I got my fingers busy as I endorsed my signature on their dresses.
“We love you, the world richest man!” the voices chanted on.
Suddenly one of the dashing ladies pulled on the hem of my tuxedo, “Please will you marry me the world richest man?”
The voice was beckoning and founded on heartfelt emotion. When I gazed upon the lady she was all tears as she struggled to fight back her tears with her handkerchief with which she dabbed her eyes.
I gave her s warm hug and patted her on the shoulders. But that was the mistake of my life . The pretty lady didn’t want to let go as she hugged me firmly.
My band of security noticed what was happening and they sprang into action, freed me from this maddening fan and bundled me into the Ferrari at once.
But that didn’t stop me to wave at them through the windscreen before my gaze met with Melissa’s
“Oh my God!” Melissa’s thought begun as she watched me zoom off, “See how famous and wealthy my ex husband has become now. I must be dreaming. Can someone please wake me from this night mare? Can this be true? Who would believe the world richest man is my ex husband? Who would believe some time ago Brian Patrick was begging for …” her tears surged down her cheeks a she was radically interposed.
Her body shook greatly and her palms trembled when she brought it upon her teary face. “I just wish Brain Patrick could give me a second chance to right my wrongs. I wish I never listened to granny and father. I wish I had a mind of my own. I should have stood for him and kept our marriage despite his poverty.”
She squatted on the ground and resumed a more devastating sob as she stroked her auburn hair. Her thought continued, “Right now granny needs half a million dollars to survive her blood cancer. We are totally broke and I don’t think Brian would be of help if I should beg him to assist us with her medical bills. He is worth thirty trillion dollars so what is half a million dollars to him?”
Furiously she stood up, wiped her tears with her handkerchief before she mumbled, “No, there is no harm in trying. Brian Patrick has a natural good heart. He would be heartbroken if I brief him about granny breaking down with cancer.”
She sniffed and said within herself, “This is a matter of life and death and the soft-hearted Brian Patrick I know wouldn’t feign deaf ears to me if I should tell him granny is dying of cancer.” She sniffed, stretched the hem of her dress and added, “I am going right away to Brian Patrick? He is my last resort. He just got to give me the half a million dollars.” she sniffed back tears , glared at the pretty ladies discussing me and then started walking away hastily.
“I hope you are okay, boss.” Zion said as he caught the disturbing looks on my face, “This is the reason I didn’t want those ladies to come near you. Can you imagine what that girl did to you, boss?”
Suddenly my convoy came to a screeching halt, “What is that?” I queried and glanced at Zion.
Zion stretched his neck as I did same but he was fast enough to see who it was.
“Boss,” he called, “Fanny Luis just blocked our convoy. Can you imagine,” he sounded furiously…
More vengeance called on…