I grinned and raised my six fingers to signify I wanted it for six billion dollars and the presenter let a louder exclamation, “Uh! Uh! Mike Don! He wants it at six billion dollars. Can you beat that?”
Morgan’s protocol officer peered his face at Morgan’s and mumbled, “Boss, he is Mike Don, the world richest man. I don’t think we can stand his wealth. He is worth over thirty trillion dollars, in fact the world sees him as the god of wealth. Currently the government borrows money from him and he is the same Croesus exploring the national oil well. Mike Don’s money is longer than the Atlantic ocean….”
“Enough!” Morgan barked out of jealousy and shot his thunderous, go-to-hell face at me and I smiled and winked at him to bring it on.
“I want to know his true identity. I don’t believe this shit you tell me. Who is his father? Who did he inherit such wealth from? I want to have updated details of the mogul,” he snarled and folded his trembling fists.
Quickly the protocol officer typed; Who is Mike Don? On his tablet gadget and then read it in mumble, “Mike Don is the true heir to the Saint Don Group, the richest oil and gas conglomerate in the world. Recently he is worth fifty trillion dollars according to Forbes…”
Morgan Harris exclaimed, “Fifty what?” he glared at his protocol officer, “Are you bluffing or you are reading the exact bio?” he queried.
The protocol officer intoned, “Boss you can read it yourself. I wasn’t even updated when I told you he was worth over thirty trillion dollars. Forbes has confirmed his recent net worth which is fifty trillion.” The protocol officer bowed and said yet further, “Boss, even in the spiritual realm, Mike Don is still the world richest man and I would advise you to challenge the god of wealth, so that you don’t end up selling the Morgan Group just to measure up to him…”
Morgan Harris’s lips curved in wrath as his jaw sagged, “Most times you sound so ridiculous that I can’t wait to sack you after face-slapping you. Why do you eulogize that fool? Who the hell does he think he is. I don’t know him and I don’t intend to know a rich kid who was born in wealth. I have never come across him in my life before until now…”
The protocol officer sounded coldly, “Uh… uh… boss, I am surprised you don’t know who Mike Don is. He is well known for his philanthropic gestures around the world. Recently he paid the medical bills of all the patient s at Madwick hospital and fed about eighty percent of the Rio Hondo populace…”
Morgan snapped furiously, “Keep shut this minute. Enough of his cheap biography…”
The presenter continued, “Six billion dollars… one… two… going…”
All eyes came on Morgan Harris expecting him to counter my price. But Morgan forced a frown, gnashed his teeth and kept rubbing his palms and with a fallen gaze, he gave a nod of disappointment, “Gone!” the presenter stamped on it and okayed my price. “Wow the gold-plated private jet goes to Mike Don, the world richest man.”
Suddenly every money bag in the hall stood up on their feet and gave a clapping ovation in honor of me. When I glanced at Morgan Harris he was the only one that was seated and our gaze met in one moment of hatred and scorn.
When I thought that was enough Zion opened a chant, “The world richest man! The world richest man!”
And nervously the crowd of moneybags picked on it and chanted on, “The world richest man! The world richest man!”
Flashes of camera light form paparazzi and the media fell on me and I gave a nod of fulfillment.
Infuriated, Morgan Harris stood up amidst his security.
Days later I was swinging in my swivel chair in the office reading the news of my recent purchase of a hundred thousand carat gold-plated jet, when Zion pranced into my office and bowed,
“Good morning, the world richest man,” once he got a nod from me, he said yet further, “Boss, Morgan Harris is here to see you.”
I shot a chiseled brow at Zion, wondering what could have brought Morgan Harris to my office after defeating him at the auction. “Do let him in and one more thing assign the security to search him properly before he comes into my office.”
“Okay boss,” Zion bowed and dashed out to usher in the enemy, I had been anticipating to give a dose of my vengeance.”
Once the door creaked and opened, our gaze met, Morgan Harris was all smiles as he couldn’t stop staring at me. He advanced forward and pushed out his arms for a warm handshake.
We shook hands together and I forced a smile, “Please do have a seat, Morgan Harris,” I said softly and those smiles were still hanging on our faces.
“Mike don I hear you are the world richest man. What a privilege to meet with the world richest man in person,” he sounded and shrugged, “Although I feel pained for losing the gold-plated private jet to you, yet I wondered why I should feel hurt when a young trillionaire like you purchased it against my price.” He smiled cheek to cheek.
“Well Morgan Harris, as you can see, I have more unlimited wealth than you. If you were richer than me you would have beaten my price and earned the jet.”
Promptly his gaze came on my photo which hung on the wall; it was a photo of my poor beginning, when I was still his delivery boy at Morgan Group.
He stood up, “Is that not Brian Patrick?” he pointed at the photo, “Is Brian Patrick related to you?” he queried, “He used to be my delivery boy. He is a criminal. Is he related to you, uh?” he asked yet again
“Morgan Harris,” I called , “I am Brian Patrick!” I affirmed through clenched teeth.
He stared gaping at me.
Trouble ahead…