“Okay, minister, do have a lovely day. Yeah.” I said finally before hanging up the call.
All the while Zion had been standing right before me with his two hands pressed in front and impatience hanging in his eyes.
“Greetings the world richest man,” he greeted and bowed with his gaze lowered as though he had no intention to lock eyes with me.
I swung around in my swivel chair and questioned him, “Zion you have been standing impatiently in my presence. What could be the problem this time?”
“Apologies boss for disrupting your phone call but our reception is crowded with visitors and you seem to be too busy to see any of them now. Next now you may be on your way to Sydney for a conference or Rio Hondo to supervise the oil well workers.” he bowed once again and added, “Apologies boss . I am not nagging . I am just concerned about my boss and I wouldn’t want the office to be too crowded , considering your personality …”
“Zion,” I called and smiled cheek to cheek, “I understand your plight and I promise to attend to them one after the other. You shouldn’t bother about the crowd that frequents our office. You know who I am , so you shouldn’t expect anything less.”
He forced a smile and shook his head twice, “I know boss. These days people tend to associate with you because you are the world richest man but when you were a poor, ragged delivery boy ,they never did. You should avoid such people, ones like Sarah Canon.”
Upon hearing that name, I raised a thick brow and all she did and said to me when I was a nobody replayed in my head now. “Sarah Canon? That rotten maggot!” I retorted amidst frown on my face and Zion gave a brief nod and I queried yet again, “Is she here?”
“Yes boss. Although I have been expecting her visit after they lost their multi trillion dollars empire to fire outbreak, yet I wonder what she has come to ask of you now.”
I grinned, brought my gaze upon the CCTV, and caught sight of Sarah Canon. A girl that repelled me and told me to go to the road side, stand and beg. Sarah Canon was among the enemies that called me ragged , poverty-stricken and a nobody. I had visited Sarah Canon in one of her birthdays, crying that she help me with my foster mother’s medical bills and our house rent. I wanted to obtain it as loan. But she never gave me an attention. Rather she called me ex convict and ordered her security to bundle me away.
All of that still replayed in my head now. This was the same Sarah Canon I saved from the attack of a mastiff when she came visiting the Morgan Group. I would never forget how I helped her with Spanish translation when she had an oil and gas contract with a Spanish client. At the time I was still a delivery boy at Morgan Group. I helped her. I did all of that for her and when it got to mine, she repelled me and called me all sorts of names just because I was a pauper.
“Sarah Canon?” I beamed yet again, scowled my face like a bull and gazed upon Zion, “What does she want? Why is she here, uh? Talk to me!” I almost quarreled with Zion as though he was responsible for her visit.
Zion bowed and his lips trembled the moment he caught sight of the thunderous looks on my face, “Boss apologies but she is on her won. I am Zion not Sarah or do we actually resemble? I wouldn’t know why she is here. Just like every other broke ass, she might have come to earn your favor. I suggest you let her in and hear from her.”
I stood up furiously advanced to the window and gazed at the ocean view , recalling all Sarah Canon did to me as a pauper and what I could possibly do to make her pay. And the moment an idea hit me in the head, I clicked my fingers and intoned, “bring her in immediately. I will teach her a lesson she will never forget in a hurry.”
Zion was about prancing to the door when he swirled around and brought to my notice, “One more thing, boss,” he gestured at me humbly and sounded, “She is skimpily dressed. I almost asked her if she came to see the world richest man or she came for the world richest strippers’ club. I wonder why she wouldn’t be in a formal dress. But whichever ways, I would want you to be cautious of her. I know your money pull all the ladies now, but it shouldn’t pull the crazy ones.”
I was at the bar at the time pouring for myself a mugful of wine. I had a gulp before replying him, “I know Zion. Caution is my watch word. I know how to handle Sarah Canon. You may bring her in now. I can’t wait to teach her a lesson,” I ordered him.
When I heard the door to my office creak and open, I was tucked away in my inner office, preparing myself for this impending vengeance.
“Heh, anybody in this office,” that was the voice of Sarah Canon. I could see her on the CCTV just before me. Indeed she was skimpily dressed, “Anybody in this office?” she asked yet again.
My shoes knocked severally on the floor as I came out to her, locked eyes with her and she went on her knees and bowed before saying, “It is a privileged to meet with the world richest man. This is a remarkable day in my life and one worthy of note. Greetings the world richest man!” she eulogized me.
“Hmmm,” I hummed pretentiously as though I never knew her, “Who is the pretty lady before me?” I queried and forced a smile even when I regretted smiling.
She raised her gaze and still remained on her knees, “Apologies for not introducing myself formally. I am Sarah canon, the heiress to the Canon Group, the second largest oil and gas conglomerate which was gutted with fire some weeks ago,”
I gestured at her, “You may rise, Sarah Canon and make yourself comfortable. My heart goes to your family and the entire Canon Group for the loss,” I stood up and advanced to the bar, “So what do I offer you, Sarah wine, spirit, cocktail you name it?”
I could see her in the mirror as she smiled engagingly, “I wouldn’t mind a cocktail. Thank you very much, Mike Don,” she replied and stood up to admire my exquisite office. When I turned around her skimpy attire shot into my eyes and I smiled briefly and cursed her inwardly because she didn’t know who was with her.
“Your office is as cute as you,” she said, rolled her eyes at me seductively as she stared at my photo on the wall.
“Thank you, Sarah,” I handed her a mugful of cocktail before asking, “How may I help you?”