Mr. President and the minister thought it was business as usual; since they had heard about the nabbing of Thomas Jackson by the law enforcement agent in Caribbean, they had hounded my phone line, demanding to book an appointment with me for the loan which they declined earlier.
Days on end they tried to reach me, even through my secretary and personal aide and it was to no avail. Truth was that I needed to show them my true color and I was already adjusting my mind to pour hell on them forever looking down on me the way they did
So this day Mr. President amidst the minister and his entourage set out to pay me an impromptu visit at the Saint Don Group.
While in the Rolls Royce with His Excellency, the minister wondered how he was going to look me in the face and beg for mercy. He only wished the president would exempt him from this impromptu visit. He never imagined begging for my forgiveness let alone sourcing for the thirty four trillion dollars loan.
His thought seemed not to be interrupted by Mr. President, “But do you think Mike Don will still consider us after our previous experience with him? He said his door would still be open should we change our minds but I tell you having heard about the waterloo that befell Thomas Jackson, Mike is going to cancel Christmas on our pretty ass.”
The minister sighed, his fingers moving instructively across his face as he got swallowed in heavy thought, not noticing that Mr. President was talking to him.
His Excellency nudged him on the ribs. “Are you here? What are you thinking about?” he queried and gave a survey gaze at him.
The minister sighed and swore under his breath as he imagined how I would accept them should they show up at my office again, “Apologies his excellence. I was brooding over the sudden predicament that befell Thomas Jackson,” he lied.
Mr. President rolled his eyes at him and pulled out a newspaper from the edge of the seat, “In two days your Thomas Jackson would be arraigned and sent to jail. I had a discussion with the king of Saudi Arabia few days ago and he urged me to accept Thomas Jackson in our prison because he doesn’t even want Thomas to corrupt his prison,” he said at a breath and gave an inspective gaze at him.
The minister snorted, raised his gaze at the roof and remained speechless.
The president jerked his head in irritation. “You can imagine how unwanted that evil, criminal is now. I just wished I could reject him from coming to our prison. The most maddening of it is that we were on the verged of approaching him for the loan…”
The minister interrupted, “Apologies, His Excellency but you got to understand that neither of us knew that Thomas was a fraudster…”
The president snapped at him, “Oh spare me that, Mr. Man!” Quarrel and wrath sprayed in his voice and when the minister caught a glimpse of the redness that patched his chin, he knew the president had lost it, “But you said you have done a comprehensive check of his source of income and personality!” he beamed and didn’t realize he had raised his voice.
The minister shrugged and protested, “Uh-oh am I to receive the blame now? Thomas came in the guise of an angel how would I have known that the dude was a hardened fraudster? He looked clean to the socks and as one that couldn’t hurt a fly…”
The president fumed at him, “Oh that has always been your cliché; clean to the socks; every time clean to the socks. Now, it s all glaring before us that Thomas stinks to the socks. I don’t think you have read this paper.” He pulled out a dailies and placed on his laps. “Can you see that? Nations all over the world now blame us for harboring a fraudster…”
The minister caught sight of the catastrophic headline and read with gaping mouth. He wanted to speak yet further but was interrupted by Mr. President…
“I am hugely disappointed in you, minister. Sometimes I wish I could advise you against hating Mike don. You can’t pull down the world richest man by hating him. There is no need hating the only fountain of water we have because you would always come back to drink from it…”
The minister shut his eyes as guilt churned his stomach. He hummed in regret, losing interest in speaking yet further.
Mr. President slammed on, “Mike don is the only fountain of wealth we have, so please comport yourself, force you self to love him because we can’t do without him. If you had allowed me to plead further when he demanded for the oil well as collateral he would have considered us and we wouldn’t have opted to approach a fraudster for loan..”
The minister protested coldly, “But we never did.”
The president interrupted him, “Oh we would have sourced for loan from that criminal if he weren’t nabbed by the law. You know how much I cherish integrity. Ill-gotten wealth irritates me as cow dung so I avoid its followers.”
The minister recoiled abruptly, “But Mike Don isn’t innocent of criminality. Didn’t he siphon fifteen billion dollars from the community bank…”
The president yelled at him, “Oh keep shut this minute! I wouldn’t want to talk to you like a kid, but if you don’t respect yourself, I would put in the box of a kid. Can you listen to yourself? You and I know the truth. Mike Don was falsely accused by his former boss, Morgan Harris and he has vindicated himself by bringing Morgan to book. Where is Morgan today? Isn’t he in jail?”
Just then their convoy drove into the premises of my empire.
“You just have to pray that Mike Don gives us the loan without demanding for the oil well as collateral else you will be sacked with immediate effect,” the president threatened…
The minister shot a shocking stare at him
Trouble called on…