The moment she gazed upon it and saw I was the caller, she boasted, “I said it, he is the one calling. Excuse me father, I got to answer my boyfriend’s call.” She sounded and tucked away at a corner.
After some minutes she came dancing, tweaking her waist and jumping around in unfathomable excitement, “Guess what father the world richest man is hosting me on a date in his newly purchased gold-plated private jet.”
Greg nagged as he scowled his face and threw his gaze to the wall, avoiding any form of eye contact with Sarah. Indeed he burned inwardly that his daughter was yet to get the one trillion dollars from me and about now she seemed to be carried away by pleasure.
Sarah grabbed her handbag, advanced to her sick father, “You know father you are the reason I am doing all of this. I know right now we have gone bankrupt and there is nothing we can do to realize one trillion dollars, even if we sell our mansion and the cars, they can’t give us one trillion…”
Hastily Greg interrupted her, “Do you intend to sell them? Please don’t you dare sell them because I will die if you do. The villa and the cars are the only properties we have left. They are our only source of happiness. Don’t you dare sell them for any reason…” he was interrupted by a whooping cough…
“Sorry father, sorry, easy on.” she rubbed him on the chest and swallowed hard as Greg grinned his face, and breathed hard to rest, “You don’t have to speak any further father.” She rubbed on his wrinkled arms, “I will never sell our villa and the cars. Why would I do that when my boyfriend is the world richest man? If he could spend five billion to acquire a fashion home for me why wouldn’t he give me the one trillion dollars, uh?”
He cleared his throat to speak yet further, “Sarah, I am mot doubting whatever you two feel for each other. All I want is the one trillion dollars. We have lost all our staff to other companies. We have lost our empire. We are just a bunch of cheap ass failures now. And it would be ironical to be a failure when my daughter wines and dines with the world richest man…” he shook his head, “Did you read the notice from the ministry? They gave us seven days.” His seven fingers came up.
“Seven days to pay up the money or face the law.”
Sarah stood on her feet, the moment the call came yet again on her phone, “You just have to hold on and watch me make you proud father.” She brushed cheeks with him and turned to leave.
At the door, Greg called on her attention again, “Sarah, please save us from this bankruptcy, only, then would I be healthy…” he was interrupted by a whooping cough before he breathed uneasily.
“I will, father. Mike Don has been charmed to my heart. He will pay the money without a second thought. I will be back with good news. I got a date to catch,” she replied.
The door slammed; she had gone.
With my party of well-suited security flanked right behind me and our convoy Ferrari and Maybach steaming, I stood impatiently , arms pocketed waiting for Sarah to come so we could join my pilot in my newly acquired gold-plated jet. I paced up and down, staring at my diamond wrist watch, as I couldn’t wait to pour my vengeance on her.
As the days went past and every shift of the clock got her closer to my dare-devil vengeance.
I could hear a car looming in distance. Soon the car halted in our presence and Sarah quickly alighted from the taxi,
“Oh my love, so sorry for keeping you waiting,” she said , “I had to take care of my sick father,” she advanced to my side and we brushed cheeks, “Please could you help me pay the taxi. I got no money to do that.” she urged me.
Upon taking off my sunshades and locked eyes with the taxi driver, I dug my hands into my pocket and pulled out wads of dollars, and once I advanced to the taxi, the driver alighted like lightning and chanted.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! The world richest man!” he exclaimed, “Am i seeing the world richest man with my eyes? Oh what a wonderful day!” the young man screamed and about to jump on my body , my security sprang into action and held him back.
I stood out, smiling and staring at this fan clamor for me and begging to get a selfie with me. I stared at the bundles of dollars in my hands and I wondered why a fan , I mean a young man whom I suspected needed money would disrupt me. I actually wanted to give all the bundles of money.
“Please security,” he begged, still struggling to move further to me as they held him back, “I must have a selfie photo with the world richest man! He is our man! A man that gives hope to the poor!”this young man was already creating a scene.
“Okay,” I said and held out the bundle of dollars, “Which do you want, young man? the bundles or the selfie photo with me?”
Gladly the young man raised a brow, and waved his hands, “To hell with the bundles of money. I would rather have a selfie photo with the world richest man than get a bundle of dollars. You are indeed the god of wealth. I crave to be like you!”
“Security!” I called, “Let him be!” I ordered and the young fan took out his phone, advanced to me, held my shoulders and took several shots of us.
Excited he pranced into his car, turned on the engine, “You can keep the money. I am okay with the selfie!” he said and drove away.
Suddenly tears trickled down my cheeks.
Sarah caught sight of the tears. “Why are you all tears? You are so loved. You shouldn’t be emotional about it.”
“I never knew this day would come,” I replied her.
“This day?” she asked anxiously, “What do you mean?”
I shook my head in the negative, “Never mind. Let’s go.”
We hopped into the Ferrari and zoomed away…