He molded his trembling hands and let a wailing , distressed face which I knew was full of pretense, “No, Brian Patrick . Don’t get it twisted. It is not what you think, Brian Patrick. I…” he stuttered and pressed his lips when I yelled at him.
“Tell me what I think, Morgan . I told you I was innocent. I wept bitterly at the tops of my voice, wondering how I got to siphon fifteen billion dollars from a reputable bank…”
He interposed me, “Can you please calm down, Brian Patrick, please chin up and let me explain. I never intended to accuse you of siphoning that money. I …I was only irrational. I wanted to remind you it was a plan deal. I knew you wouldn’t agree if I had told you to siphon the money, so I used you, hoping by the time you are out of jail, I would appreciate you with money, good money.”
I burst into a radical mocking laugh which left me chuckling, “You are such a hilarious fellow, Morgan Harris. Can you listen to yourself? Can you just repeat what you just said, uh? All the while I wailed and writhed in pain, all the while I begged for justice and pled innocent, you never told me it was a plan deal. Rather you even told the entire world how your dirty-looking delivery boy almost implicated you in his shady deals.” I pulled out an old news paper from my shelf and slammed on the table, “What is this?” I pointed his attention to the headline which had his photo beneath.
And he struggled to steal a glance at it and when he finally did, he shook his head and sounded more calmly with a nod, “I can’t recall when I did this.” He grabbed the newspaper and shook his head firmly, “ I couldn’t have said this about my wonderful delivery boy…”
I chuckled and clapped irritatingly, “Oh Morgan Harris you are so impossible. Sometimes I wonder what gives you inspiration to do the shitty things you do uh? So right now you regard me as your wonderful delivery boy, uh?” I pulled out another news paper and slammed on the table, “What about this? This is where you told the entire world I was a criminal even you went ahead and advised my in-laws to divorce me, that I was a cast away…” I broke down in tears and bit my lower lip to console myself and fight back those tears from trickling yet further. “Why Morgan Harris? What did I do to deserve this, Morgan? Didn’t I serve you faithfully?” I queried.
He gave a nod in the positive.
“Have I ever stolen your money?” I asked and locked my reddened eyes with him and each time I threw him those questions he would nod in the positive, “Morgan Harris have you forgotten the day I picked up your credit card on the hallway? Didn’t I return it to you? Didn’t I? Answer me you dope!” I barked when he wouldn’t utter a word.
“You… you did you…” he stuttered and began to tremble as he sobbed hugely.
I breathed uneasily to pick on my words, “If I had wanted to siphon funds, I would have started with that credit card which I know was having enough money. But I never did. I was honest and faithful in service yet what did I get in return? False accusation. I spent fifteen years of my life in jail because of the greed of a man I called a boss…”
He interrupted me, “No, Brian Patrick…”
“You keep shut!” I slammed my hands on the table and he flinched in fear. “Keep shut and listen to the evil you are made of!” I barked yet further and he gave repeated nod as he listened on. I left my chair and advanced to Morgan who was sweating profusely on the face now even under air conditioner, “Tell me Morgan Harris, tell me what would have become of me if my true identity wasn’t revealed?”
Unable to hold back his emotion, he broke down in tears and dabbed his cheeks with his handkerchief, “I am sorry, Brian Patrick I am guilty of all you have said,” he admitted and fell upon his knees, molded his arms and pled yet further, “Trust me I never knew you were the true heir to the Saint Don Group. I never knew your true identity…”
I stamped my feet radically on the floor, “You foolish kitten,” I cursed and my jaw sagged in fury, “What were you expecting? Did I even know who I was? Whether rich or poor you have no right to take advantage of anybody. Right now I can imagine how many vulnerable poor people you have kicked in the ass; how many you have sent to jail and left to perish…”I paused, threw my gaze upon the photo of my poor beginning, grabbed it and sounded, “This young man almost took his life.”
Morgan Harris sobbed and covered his teary face with his hands.
“Your wickedness cost me my pride, my honor. For being an ex convict, my in-laws gave up on me and divorced me; my foster father hated me till death. I lost my foster mother to the gruesome hands of kidney failure because I was so poor to afford her medical bills…”I sniffed and sobbed as he sobbed. “If not for my true identity, I would have committed suicide a long time ago…”
He wailed, “I am sorry Brian Patrick I am such an ass. I didn’t know what came over me when I accused you falsely.” He drifted to my side, grabbed my legs and pled bitterly, “Please show me mercy, Brian Patrick! I regret every ill action I took just to come against you. Please Brian do not pour your wrath on me…”
I gazed upon him, smiled down to him gestured at him to rise and demanded for a warm hug. Although he was still suspicious of my wrath and never wanted to hug me, but after I beckoned on him by gesturing at him, with a smiling face, Morgan Harris came in my embrace.
We hugged warmly for a time that seemed eternal and he wept on my shoulders. After he freed from my embrace, I enjoined him to have a sip of the mug of wine which I offered him.
For a moment he was dire scared to drink of the wine. Morgan Harris was yet to believe a once poor, delivery boy whom he sent to jail had forgiven him. And coupled with the forceful way I enjoined him to drink up , he thought I poisoned his wine.
Quickly I took the wine from him and gulped down my throat. I let a warm smile of relief; shrugged and he was finally convinced I had forgiven him. I reached out to another wine and poured for one.
“No, no, Brian, I am fine,” he replied when i gave him yet another drink.
I shook my head in the negative, “no I insist you drink because you don’t discuss business without wine.”
He flinched, dragged a furrowed brow and added, “Business?” he sat up. “What business, Brian Patrick…?”
I let a smirk on my face and he was interrupted, “No, Morgan Harris before I discuss any business with you, you must stop calling me Brian Patrick. I am Mike Don, the world richest men now.”
He bowed in exactitude, “Apologies, Mike Don, the world richest man!” he hailed me.
I gave a confirmatory nod, brought out a brown file and slammed on the table, “Now let’s discuss business,” I groaned.
My vengeance called on…