Once the glass door yawned and opened, my accountant general, a tapering, curvaceous lady in her twenties pranced in leaving the entire place echoing of her high heels which knocked on the floor.
“Greetings the world richest man,” she bowed and held a contagious smile with the brown envelope pressed firmly on her bust.
The moment I gazed upon Linda and the way her eyes gleamed, I perceived she had some good news for me. This was the looks she pulled a few months ago when she announced my one hundred and twenty trillion dollars net worth.
I gave a lopsided grin and wondered if the reason for this smile was what I was thinking. Linda was my accountant general and controlled the influx of cash in the Saint Don Group. She virtually could account for my daily income.
So with dilated smile, I queried Linda, “What news do you have Linda? Are we going bankrupt?” I sounded humorously and she chortled and cleared her throat as though the good news needed the most impeccable voice for a proper announcement.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, breathed uneasily, glanced at her file again and wanted to speak up before she hummed yet again, leaving me in suspense. “Boss you won’t believe this,” she intoned and winked nervously.
At this juncture I became so saturated with suspense that I had to stand to my feet and shoot my nervous excited gaze at her, “Talk to me Linda. Is it about my updated net worth?” I questioned abruptly and swallowed hard even more nervously than my beholder who wouldn’t stop keeping me in suspense with those shady apologies,” she tendered, advanced to my desk and placed the file in my view, “Take a look at this. This is our first half account statement. We just leapt from one hundred and twenty trillion net worth to this…” she paused, pointed into the document, and added, “What can you see, boss?”
The figures flashed into my eyes that I had to rub it and counted afresh. “What!” I exclaimed and recounted to be very sure before exclaiming yet further and jumped on my feet in exaggerated joy. “Five hundred trillion dollars!” I exclaimed, as my voice broke into the air. I held my head and paced up and down the office, without forgetting to chant at the tops of my lungs, “This is unbelievable! Five hundred trillion dollars! Oh God! This is unlimited wealth!” I went down on my knees and raised my hands up, “The God of wealth has made me a god of wealth!” I couldn’t stop chanting like a newly insane man.
Linda kept clapping her hands and eulogizing me with her smiles and continues repetition of wow.
Shortly afterwards Zion barged in and met me on my knees as I praised God almighty. Already Linda’s attention was needed in her department so she left just then leaving me chanting praises to God.
“He is the God of the poor!” I exclaimed and once I caught sight of Zion, I exclaimed yet again, “The god of the poor, the god of a ragged delivery boy has given me unlimited wealth!” I sounded to Zion still on my knees.
Zion sounded hilariously, “Boss what good fortune has befallen you this morning that left you on your knees. Perhaps I could go on my knees too and become the god of wealth.”
I pointed his attention to the file on the desk and he drifted to it and started reading through, “Oh my God! Hold on! Is this five hundred dollars or five hundred trillion dollars? Am I having eyes problem.” he sounded, rubbed his eyes like I did and read yet again to confirm the figures. “Boss this is five hundred trillion dollars!”
“It is what it is, Zion. Linda, the accountant general just left as soon as you came. That is our first half annual financial record. We have indeed exploited the oil well in our favor. We can be sure of unlimited wealth now.” I sounded sonorously.
“boss this is unbelievable! It is an impeccable victory over poverty. I stand to be corrected if I say otherwise. No Croesus has achieved such mile stone. What the hell! Five hundred trillion? This is worthy of note! I think we should write to Forbes to come immediately for net worth re-evaluation,” Zion reminded me.
“Exactly,” I replied as I was already pouring wine for two, “The entire world needs to hear this! I am the unlimited god of wealth now. My father will be fascinated to hear this…”
Zion shook his head in exactitude, “Of course, boss. Within the space of time you resumed as the true heir, you have increased the Saint Don’s net worth from thirty trillion dollars to five hundred trillion dollars. Boss, your father is supposed to bow to you,” he intoned and collected the mug of wine from me.
“I never expected such paradigm shift in our finance within a space of one year and beyond.” I molded a fist and punched into the air. “We will drink a toast to success to unlimited wealth, to hard work to fortune and true inheritance…”
Zion interposed, “To your enemies that have gotten a dose of your vengeance.”
I shook my head in concurrence, “And to those that are yet to get it, to the entire world that look up to me and those that underrated me, more money and more life to enjoy it.”
Zion interposed, “More fortune that will continually define you as the world richest man. Cheers!” he sounded anxiously before we clicked glasses together.
About having a sip, we heard a knock on my door and my secretary pranced in at once.
“Boss the journalist from the media homes are here to interview you. Should I book a time with them?”
I shook my head in agreement, “Oh they came right on time. You can go ahead and do that. “I replied and turned my gaze to Zion, “Get my costume ready to make me up . I want to speak to the world.”
“As the world richest man pleases,” he responded and left.