I was in my exquisite office, reading some newspapers while I swung around in my swivel chair. My door creaked and opened to Zion, who was having handy a newspaper too.
“Greetings the world richest man,” he hailed me and bowed and once I gestured at him, he added, “Have you heard, boss?” he queried, “Lisa Bake is dead!”
I rolled my eyes and sipped ay my strong wine, “No news. I need real news, say something that sounds like the excitement among the citizens of Rio Hondo after the massive feeding.”
Zion gave a firm nod and intoned, “Yes boss that is just trending now. The news making the round is about Mike Don the world richest man feeding Rio Hondo with barbecue and juice, a feat that no mogul has dared to do, not even Fanny Luis who was once the richest man in Rio Hondo could do it.”
“Are we still talking about Fanny Luis?” I swung around and added, “The nitwit will become a mirror of himself after spending thirty years behind bars.” I noticed Zion seemed to be carried away by some piece of information he was reading on a newspaper which he was having handy.
“Boss, I don’t think you have seen this one,” he sounded amidst smiles and advanced to my side before pointing my attention to some magnifying exciting headline, “I believe this will interest you, boss.”
I forced a smile on my face and snatched the news paper from his hold as I read further with the keen interest that the information deserved. I gave a confirmatory nod as I smiled on and got, more information from the news.
“Boss do you know him? His name is Morgan Harris. He is a silent trillionaire and has retained purchase of that gold-plated private jet. The auctioneers of that private jet have scheduled tomorrow as the final day to auction the epic gold-plated jet,” Zion said with an iota of worry on his face.
“Morgan Harris,” I groaned and dimmed my eyes at his photo on the newspaper.
This was the man that accused me of siphoning fifteen billion dollars because I was his poor, delivery boy, just because I had no one to fight for me; then I was anybody, even a bastard…
Zion interrupted my thought, “boss, you seem to be swallowed in thought, uh. You seem to know Morgan Harris too well,” he sounded and dragged an irritating scowl in his face, “I dislike Morgan Harris so much. He is so full of himself and feels no mogul is richer than him. Can he feed the population you fed some days ago?” Zion quarreled and retained his gaze on the newspaper to read yet further.
“Morgan Harris was my boss,” I sounded , stood up , pocketed my arms, diverted my gaze to the wall and had my back to Zion while I groaned yet further, “But he accused me of siphoning fifteen billion dollars from Community Central Bank…”
Zion sighed and cursed, “He breathes evil, boss. How could he have done all of that to you? He is a criminal and deserves to be brought to book, boss.”
I snorted and dimmed my eyes thoughtfully as I recalled my horrible, daredevil ordeal in jail, “I was sentenced to fifteen years imprisonment.” I swirled around and caught sight of the news paper once again, “How much is the gold-plated private jet worth?” I queried.
“Hmmm, boss,” Zion hummed and shook his head in disapproval, “Boss that private jet is damn expensive, Morgan Harris seems to be the only Mogul that could afford it for now and come tomorrow if no moneybag can counter his price they would auction it to him.”
I shot my scowled face at Zion and he perceived the wrath that decked my face, “I don’t want to believe you are daft, Zion I asked how much is the gold-plated jet worth. Don’t you get it?” I quarreled.
“Apologies boss for behaving like an ass.” He gazed upon the news paper and sounded, “It is worth two point five billion dollars. Boss please don’t pick offense with me if I sound like an ass. Are you going to counter his price? Are you going to buy that asset, uh?”
I gave Zion the cold shoulders, reached to the phone, dialed some numbers and spoke into the phone once I heard a voice, “Yes accountant, please I need you to deposit fifty billion dollars into my first tier credit card account. Am I understood?” I ordered and hung up once she agreed.
Zion stared at me, gaping in awe, “Fifty billion dollars boss? What are you going to do with that sum? Do you realize that is Rio Hondo’s annual budget uh?” He pressed his lips once I shot my don’t-be-silly face at him, ”Apologies boss, I am an ass.”
I grinned, “Zion you are yet to understand the Croesus that is standing before you. I have an unlimited wealth. I can never go broke even if wealth goes broke…”
Zion interrupted me as he stroked his hair confusedly, “We don’t need more private jets. Already you have ten private jets which you fly one at a time. Morgan Harris has only one private jet and he has a right to own more unlike us…”
I gave a firm nod in disapproval, “I don’t agree with you, Zion. Do you realize this is not just a private jet, but a gold-plated jet.” I picked up the newspaper and pointed his attention to the information on the paper, “Just take a look , it is built with two hundred thousand carat gold, come on this is not your typical jet. This will not only announce me to the world it will add to my net worth. I am sending my money on errands, Zion.” I clicked my fingers, “Now get going. Get my entourage ready for tomorrow auction.”
“Yes, boss,” Zion bowed and walked away.
I picked the newspaper, shot a frown at the still face of Morgan Harris and groaned, “Morgan Harris, you will get it hot!”