My father had phoned me over for dinner. And in this one year of being the true heir to the Saint Don Group I had come to realize that Saint Don preferred discussing important issue over dinner.
Meanwhile carefully placed on my desk was an official memo from the president which signified their interest in paying me a visit in few days to finalize the fifty trillion dollars loan.
The dinner wasn’t a bad idea after all. I really looked forward to discussing it with father.
With excitement pulling down my cheeks, I couldn’t wait to dine with my true father after such a long time away from home.
“Get the convoy ready at six. I will be visiting my father,” my voice cracked into the phone and once Zion okayed it , I hung up and returned my gaze to my work for the day.
Thus far in the past weeks I had endured a boring, unhappy day at work. My days at the national oil well had come to an end. Even the barrels of crude oil I managed to store had been exhausted by the avid, demanding clients.
Suddenly I had no crude oil to distribute. This was going to cause a shaky pull on my net worth. Hoarding the crude oil wouldn’t have been better, but this time there was no crude to hoard
The Saint Don Group had no drop of oil to distribute. When I settled my gaze on the list before me, I noticed more than one million clients from different parts of the world had been booked for distribution of oil. I only kept them with the promise that I would distribute to them soon.
“I can’t lose these clients!” I murmured, “I can’t!” my jaw ground,” I really need this oil well. I must own an oil well that is the only way I can keep abreast with my business. I must remain the world richest man …”
A knock came on the door and interrupted me and I fumed.
“Yes? Yes? Who is there?” I narrowed my gaze at the door as the aura for joy parted me.
A gentle heave on the door led to the knocking of high heels on the floor to my office; it was my accountant general.
Now whenever I saw this dashing lady cat-walk into my office, my feeble heart often skipped for joy or for doom. And about now I perceived it was for doom because I was doing badly in business in these past weeks.
My phobia for bad news was second to none. Although she let a contagious smile deck her face, I didn’t return the compliment, so I kept to my frown and expected nothing other than our horrible supply or a decline in my net worth.
“Greetings, boss.” She bowed and the next moment she raised her gaze and began to open the file with an eerie frown on her chin, I knew something was wrong.
She shrugged, stole a glance at me, obvious ly expecting me to be gentle man enough to offer her a set.
That was the least thing on my mind. “Yes any news dear? My deep usual callous voice sounded and I sat up, cleared my clogged throat to receive the doom.
“Have I lost my net worth? Or is there a huge decline?”
Fingers crossed; I thought.
My heart thudded with fear as I settled my gaze on her tiny lips which were about opening. Anxiety hung over me. If you have ever been poor and then rise to become the world richest man, you probably would know how I felt.
“Um, boss, we are really out of stock. And this lack has crept in since our exploration of the oil well came to an end…”
My snort interrupted her and my fallen dark eyes gave her the reply she needed. I lowered my gaze and swore under my breath.
“What could be the problem, boss?” she demanded and opened the file to read from it, “Boss your net worth has declined by sixty percent. Only two hundred trillion is left of it.”
My teeth gnashed and hurt knotted my throat. I knew it was going to happen. There was no steady inflow of cash and all my clients were stranded.
“I managed to mumble, “Can we talk about this later. I want to be left alone.” I threw my gaze to my photos on the wall once she cat-walked out of sight. “No, I can never be poor. I can’t return to my vomit. I must figure it out. And I must keep paying staffer’s salary and tax despite the storm. That is just the problem. There is no stable revenue to maintain it!” I thought, punched my fist into my palm and writhed in pain.
I heard another knock on my door and I lost the attention to usher in the visitor.
“Boss, is me, Zion!” that was Zion’s sonorous voice sounding somewhere behind the door. After minutes of not getting a response, he heaved on the door and pranced in with a survey look hanging in his eyes.
At the time the thunderous looks on my face could light up a city. I was lost in thought on how I was going to figure things out and survive this storm.
“Boss! Boss! Hello boss!” his latter voice deepened and caught my stolen attention.
“Yeah! Yeah! Oh Zion” I replied hastily after being startled, a bit confused, and lost. I forced a smile and wouldn’t even want to share my storm with Zion or anybody except my father.
“You look unperturbed and worried. You didn’t even know when I entered, “Is everything okay, boss?” he queried and dared to lock eyes with my reddened face.
“Never mind, Ziosn. I got this fixed,” I forced to keep at my smile and even when I was drowned in misery.
“Yeah boss, I have a business talk with you,” Zion intoned and grinned briefly.
I shot a furrowed gaze at him before sitting up. Business was the only news I needed at the time. Curiosity sped into me, “Business, what business do you have?”
“I know it would interest you. There is urgent need for oil distribution partners by Alafin Oil Empire in Mecca. The percentage share is enticing. You will get seventy percent profit share of your investment also one million barrels of crude oil in their global distribution; also higher investors could stand a chance of acquiring the empire in the nearest future…”
Zion had barely finished before I interrupted him, “hey I am interested. This is an answered prayer. Oh God Thank you,” I raised my hands in praises. “Go straight to the accountant and instruct her to raise a memo for total debit of the two hundred trillion dollars that is left of my net worth. We are investing all of it.”
My joy knew no bounds… this was business indeed.
Zion raised a thick brow. “All of it, boss? I suggest you keep at least one hundred thousand dollars just to keep the bank account running instead of empty?”
“One hundred thousand dollars?” I retorted and wouldn’t want to argue it, “Okay if you insist. Now get going. We must not lose out. At least with the profit we could get back on track and supply our clients with enough oil and my net worth would be regained,” I sounded happily.
Days after investing almost all my entire net worth of two hundred trillion dollars with just one hundred thousand dollars left in my account, a tragedy struck…