I had been speaking with the ministers for oil and gas over my resumption at the national oil well which would take place soon; in the next two years the Saint Don Group would relocate to the oil well and explore it.
This was more than a dream come true for me because I would be stepping on another level of my life as the world richest man.
Each time I glared at the TV, news about Mike Don, the world richest man exploring the national oil well dominated the media. Not only did it impact on my status but it made me more famous that I often became relevant whenever I was found in public.
While I glanced through some documents in my office, Zion rang the bell and walked in, with a news paper handy. He bowed to me and molded his hands to greet.
“Greetings the world richest man.” He remained bowed and when I let a firm nod, he spoke yet further, “You would be fascinated when you see this.” He leaned forward and presented the newspaper to me . On the front page had Fanny Luis prostrating to me and the next image had Fanny Luis bow to me and touch my shoes while I stared down to him.
I let a haze of smile. “Is this not the incident of yesterday? “I I queried and Zion bowed and replied in the affirmative, “I recall paparazzi were taking photo shots of us.”
“Yes boss,” he replied coldly, “You are the world richest man, boss. You attract the attention of the media just as you pull the girls.” He flipped to the next page where the crowd of pretty girls gathered right about me demanding for selfie photo shots and autograph.
“I am thrilled to see this, Zion,” I echoed and flipped back to the page where Luis bowed to me and touched my shoes. “I want to have this photo printed and framed with diamond of the best quality. Is it possible?” I demanded and caught the gaze on the face of Zion.
“With your money anything is possible, boss,” he replied and tour out the page, “It is going to cost us a fortune boss. Diamond is just too expensive. Why don’t we go for gold?”
I smiled briefly, “I am the world richest man. Nothing under the sun is too expensive for me.” I leaned forward to my cheque book, scribbled some figures on it and tour it out, “Have this and see what diamond it can buy for me. I need it done in forty eight hours. If that money is not enough you can always phone me. Am I understood, Zion?”
I had been speaking all the while thinking I was talking to Zion not knowing Zion was lost in thought while he glared at the cheque.
Boss this is ten million dollars. This is too much for diamond. I know you are the world richest man but there are other things we need money for. Spending this much on diamond frame for a mere photo is just insignificant ...”
I tossed my head, and grinned, “It is not insignificant, Zion. I thought you would ask me the reason I am spending so much on this.” I grabbed the new paper and flipped to the page, “I see billions of messages and morals in this picture.”
Zion gave a firm nod, “Now I see boss. Tell me more about it, boss.” He folded his arms and listened on.
“After passing through ridicule, shame, and stigmatization in the hands of Fanny Luis, Melissa and Lisa Bake, I made a promise to Melissa the very day she divorced me. I promised her someday they would bow to me and hail me the world richest man. Today I am the world richest man and this photo symbolizes the promise I made to them. I want it framed with diamond so that it could stand the test of time and remind me of my promise and its fulfillment.”
Zion lowered his gaze and smacked his lips in agreement. It was as though a thought just hit him in the head and left him with memories he thought he had forgotten.
“Boss it also reminds me of my great beginning and humble end. I never knew you were the true heir to the Saint Don Group. I thought I was the true heir. Already I was basking in the euphoria of son to Saint Don. I never knew I was your cousin and you are actually the true son to Saint Don. The stigma would stick in my memories, boss…” Zion broke down in tears and wept quietly.
I stood up and patted his shoulders, “Come on, chin up, Zion. At least I have carried you along now. You should be happy your name is not on the list of my enemy who would taste my vengeance, because what I plan to do them eyes has not seen or ears have heard of it…”
I was yet speaking when Zion pointed my attention to the CCTV, “Boss look who we have here, Fanny Luis and Melissa are hear.” He pointed to the screen.
I glanced at the screen and perceived they were pointing at the garage and complaining to the band of security.
I clenched my fist furiously, “Join me, Zion. We need to know what is happening there.”
Majestically we got on the elevator and glided down to the floor.
“Greetings the world richest man!” the band of security bowed to me once they caught sight of me, “Fanny…”
My security was yet to explain to me when Fanny Luis beamed furiously, “Brian Patrick we don’t want trouble. I just walked in here and saw that you are the one that bought twenty of our expensive, exotic cars at the sum of two hundred thousand dollars. I can’t sell my cars at that peanut. Please I need those cars back or you buy them at their worth…”
Trouble was unleashed…