It was time for me to break the long awaited silence and show up once again. After my father gifted me the diamond and eight hundred and fifty trillion dollars, I decided to make it to the Bahamas. This was part of my strategies to be out of the eyes of the public for a while and plan ways of investing the money.
But regrettably, on a daily, Zion kept bringing hundreds of news and reports bordering on the public and the media’s perspective of my decline in net worth.
The fact was that everyone thought I was back to poverty; most of such people rejoiced over it while others lamented. The media were at their best in slandering me and profiting from the news.
For more than four months the news that trended all over the world was virtually about my downfall and nothing more. Suddenly I became weary of reading newspapers because of the insight of the media.
It was obvious everyone had given up on me. The media took turns to castigate and make a fool of me because they thought I had lost my fortune. They thought I was back to poverty. But I was out to surprise the entire world one more time.
The most disheartening of it was the Forbes’ perspective of it. They declared me broke and was about recognizing Thomas Jackson as the next world richest man.
I was seated to a glass of White Russian, sipping and contemplating about my moves when Zion interrupted me with his presence.
“Boss we don’t need to tarry any longer. Things are getting out of hands out there,” he nagged through raised brow before placing the newspaper in front of me.
“What is the problem, Zion? I know we don’t need to tarry any longer. I am taking my time to strategize and surprise the entire world. They think I am broke and back to poverty but I am going to shock them…” I intoned and let a frown cloud my face.
“Why do we have to tarry, boss? We have re-strategized enough. We can’t let this happen. Can’t you see?” he pointed my attention to the newspaper which had the head line; The Emergence Of Another World Richest Man After Auction.
“What is this?” I queried and caught interest in reading yet further, “What nonsense is this? Who the hell is Thomas Jackson and why would the Forbes decided to crown him the world richest man?” I let loosed, my face going crimson and my arms trembling before me.
Zion bowed and intoned, “Boss, that is the reason we must not tarry any longer. I know it is disheartening to see the entire world think that you are back to poverty, but we must not let this happen. Can you imagine? Mr. President and the minister have finally decided to sell the Suburban Real Estate and Forbes are willing to sell it to Thomas Jackson and crown him the world richest man thereafter.”
Infuriated, I stood up and threw my gaze at the ocean view in the horizon. “Never! This can’t happen. I think it is high time I let them know the wealth I have acquired and my leap to unlimited wealth.
Zion bowed, “Boss they think you have lost your net worth. Some of the prisoners phoned me from jail and complained about Fanny Luis and Morgan Harris rejoicing over your downfall. In fact they celebrated your downfall.”
I shot a frown at Zion and interrupted him with my thunderous face.
“Yes, boss,” he affirmed with the shaking of his head, “Even more than a handful of your admirers have phoned me to confirm if indeed you have lost your net worth because they saw Hoffers Greenfield at the restaurant where he works , declaring food and drinks to every customer over the celebration of your downfall.”
I dimmed my eyes in fury. “This is outrageous!” I beamed and nodded repeatedly.
“I have my evidence even Melissa has been frequenting the jail of recent to join her father to celebrate your downfall.”
Promptly Zion brought his phone and started sliding to show me photos. “This is it boss , behold your ex wife , Melissa, Fanny Luis and Morgan Harris , all gathered at the jail reception as they celebrated your downfall. “Now this is Hoffers Greenfield declaring drinks and food to all the customers…”
I interrupted him, “How did you get these photos, Zion?” my lips curved in fury and my heart thudded in wrath.
He bowed slightly as he replied, “boss have you forgotten you have a huge number of loyalists out there. Most of who have been hounding me with countless phone calls to know and confirm if the news of your downfall is true.” He snorted and drifted to me, “Boss are we going to let it lie low? What are we going to do now?”
I grinned and let a smirk on my face before asking, “When is the auction taking place?”
“Boss it is going to hold on the twenty fifth, that is two days from now. The Forbes, His Excellency, the minister, Thomas Jackson and an ocean of tycoons from all walks of life will be present. The auctioning is targeted at selling the Suburban Real Estate so as to generate fund for Rio Hondo’s economy.”
When I thought that was just enough; Zion opened another newspaper and added, “Boss I don’t think you have seen this. The minister and Mr. President have planned to borrow the fifty trillion dollars from Thomas Jackson and if that happens Thomas may request for the oil well as collateral and we will lose totally.”
I shook my head, “No! it can’t happen! Not when I am still alive. Is my eight hundred and fifty trillion dollars credited into my account?” I queried.
“Yes boss,” he replied.
“What about my diamond? Have they arrived at the total net worth?”
“No, boss not yet. Already they are complaining that the diamond’s net worth is too enormous to be calculated.
“Good,” I beamed, “ I will be at the auctioning and I will recover all . I am still the world richest man. They should expect my second coming…”