Thomas Jackson’s arrest wasn’t fabricated. It actually happened after group fraudster syndicates were snitched in the Caribbean. The young mogul wasn’t who we thought he was.
The true personality of Thomas was revealed in the course of the arrest. Thomas wasn’t into any jewelry franchise or an investor of a great sort. The Thomas who was honored for his four hundred trillion dollars wasn’t an heir of a conglomerate. As a matter of fact Jackson had a poor rising and had never been rich until his recent hit Saudi Arabia.
I was putting pen to papers in my exquisite office when Zion barged in with the trending news. Just like I had bubbles of excitement and awe in my veins, he was full of excitement and was having a phone and a news paper handy.
“Boss! Boss! Guess what!” Zion had chanted, struggling with his breath and panting as one that had raced up the mountain, “The unimaginable has happened,” he had sounded emphatically before placing the newspaper in front of me.
I shared a quick stare between him and the newspaper, “What is it? What happened? Talk to me!” I urged him, thinking it had got anything to do with me. I swallowed hard and lowered my gaze on the headline in front of me: Wanted Fraudster, Thomas Jackson nabbed In Saudi Arabia.
“What!” I beamed, staring, sucked away and gaping at Zion. “When did this happen? Is it the same Thomas Jackson I know or there is another?” I queried, flushed with shells of doubt and shooting my troubled gaze at him.
Zion who had preferred to stand, finally decided to sit and break words with me, “Boss, we are as surprised as you.” He threw his gaze to the TV and clutched the remote control to turn it on.
I molded a broadened gaze across my face as we saw the news trending on the TV.
“Oh my Jupiter’s brain!” I exclaimed as the newscaster gave expository news about Thomas Jackson.
He became a radical fraudster at age twenty and since then he had known no better day. All his life he had been touring the Caribbean, Asia and some major resides in Europe. His major purpose was to acquaint with the money bags in such regions, charm their women and defraud them of their life savings. He was a bad ass fraudster
His pseudo name was Perry Tyler; it was same name he used to defraud money bags of their life savings. TJ Jewelry Empire which he had to his name was just a joint of disguise. Jewelry business had not and never brought home his fortune.
Thomas Jackson AKA Perry Tyler had been a wanted mafia fraudster in Saudi Arabia after he defrauded the king’s daughter, Princess Samat Ganiya of a whooping four hundred trillion dollars after proposing marriage to her.
It was same chunk of money that he paraded with in Caribbean which earned him so many loyalists with Mr. President and the minister inclusive.
“Boss one man down, “ Zion intoned humorously , all smiles, “Thomas Jackson is out of the way. Can you imagine he had been a fraudster all the while? He must be a professional fraudster to have been able to defraud Princess Samat Ganiya of such amount of money…”
I interrupted Zion with a riotous laugh and almost choked on it, “I never knew a wanted fraudster had been challenging me with stolen wealth. He has met his waterloo today. Oh Thomas Jackson…”
Zion interrupted me with clicking of his fingers, “This is absurd. I thought the so-called Thomas Jackson was legit. The fraudster has summoned the guts to compete with you, boss. Perhaps, he thought you were a fraudster like him. I am not sure he has browsed about your father and your personality.”
I swung around in my swivel chair and reached out to the sparkling bottle of Tom Collins, “Come on Zion. I have never toasted to the downfall of anyone before but this time around not only would I drink a toast to it but I would have a nightmare-free night.” I stood to my feet, “Oh my God! My adrenalines are pumping in unfathomable joy now! I don’t think a man like Thomas Jackson is the type of Croesus the entire world craves…”
Zion took a glass of the Tom Collins from me and added, “Uh-oh, the world needs real hustlers and money bags that sweated for their unlimited wealth, ones like you. You know, boss your unlimited wealth has intimidated men of low esteem to go after money illegitimately.”
I burst into a radical laugh, “I I bet you anyone that dares to compete with me will fall into a financial ditch because my money is longer than London Bridge…” I raised my brim-filled glass of Tom Collins, “Come on, Zion, let’s drink a toast to the down of the dope, who wanted to snatch my personality from me.”
Zion groaned, Oh boss, have you forgotten the minister and His Excellency opted to access loan from Thomas Jackson after they declined your collateral?”
I smirked and tossed my head in agreement, “Oh come on Zion it is still fresh in my memory. I told them my door will be opened because I knew Thomas Jackson was full of disappointment. I think right now wherever they are they would be regretting their decision to opt for a fraudster.” I stalked to the window to have a glare at the ocean view. The moment I turned my thunderous gaze at Zion, Mira barged in.
“Boss, greetings I believe you have got wet ears about the nabbing of Thomas Jackson.
Zion replied in my place, “Yes, Mira, exactly what we have been discussing before you barged in.
Mira pushed her phone to me, “Boss, the minister and Mr. President have been phoning to speak with you. I believe it is because of the loan…”
I nodded, “Yes, I know it is because of the loan. Now they want me because Thomas has been nabbed. I will give them the loan, but they are going to sniff my hell…”