I had alighted from my Lamborghini the moment my security opened the door and about to prance to my newly acquired gold-plated private jet when a Ferrari screeched into our midst and Morgan alighted furiously.
He advanced with some documents handy as thunderous looks hung over his face. His eyes reddened and almost shut in swollenness; he seemed to have been all tears since he got the memo.
“What the hell is this, Brian Patrick?” he queried me in an un familiar quarrelsome tone and my security sensed it and stopped him from getting closer to me, “What is the meaning of this? He queried yet again and raised the memo to my view and when I smiled hugely he said yet further, “Tell me this is a joke Brian Patrick. Tell me you just raised the wrong memo and you are going to retrieve it.”
“Um, Morgan Harris,” I called and cast a striking gaze on my diamond wrist watch , As you can see I a m not in the mood for such piece of shit. I am about flying to Paris for the annual crude oil conference…”
Morgan Harris interrupted me, “What the hell are you talking about, Mike? You are not in the mood to explain this piece of shit to me?” he raised his voice and pointed the memo at me, “Please I need explanation for this! How did you become the highest share holder of my company and now the chairman of the Morgan Group?”
I smiled evilly and clapped as I advanced forward to him, “I can see you are an impatient maggot. Now listen up, when you agreed to merge your company with mine, I gave you some documents to sign which you did. I want you to return to those documents and read what message they have!” I barked and paused at a spot before adding, “Morgan Harris, by virtue of the agreement embedded in those documents I am the chairman of the Morgan Group, and so owns it hence forth.”
“You lie, Mike Don!” he yelled at me and tossed the memo at me which the wind diverted, “You don’t own my company and you would never own the Morgan Group! What nonsense agreement did I sign to Uh? Did I ever agree to hand over ownership of my company to you?”
“Yes of course!” I barked, “Yes you did, you dope ass! The moment you signed those documents you handed over ownership of your company to me,” I chuckled loudly and jeered at him mockingly ,
‘You were blind folded by fifty million dollars and never took your time to read through the agreement of what you signed…” I dug into my briefcase and tossed at him, “Have a look of what you signed?”
Slowly he picked up the documents read through the agreement s and his face squeezed as he read further. By the time he read much of it; he had raised thick disturbing brow which demanded answer
“No, no, no, I never for once saw these agreement.” He tossed his head in disagreement. I never for once agreed to you becoming the chairman of the Morgan Group once you are the richest shareholder. I never did! What did you do to me, Brian Patrick?” His eyes rolled as he swallowed hard.
I interposed radically, “Oh you did Morgan Harris , you signed to those agreement and waited patiently for the fifty million dollars. You were carried away by the oil well business and never for once considered the laws and testaments guarding those documents. Morgan Harris called!” I called and pocketed my arms, “I am the chairman of the Morgan Group now. I may give you the chance to be my delivery boy, if it so pleases you…”
Cloud of tears trickled expressly down his cheeks. “No, no, you lie, Brian Patrick or whatever you call yourself! You can’t take over ownership of the Morgan group while I am alive! I built that company with my sweat , hard work , determination and grit you can’t wake up from the blues to claim ownership of a company that made me who I am now!” he shouted at the tops of his voice and wept bitterly.
I smiled bitterly and scowled my face at his teary face before fondling into my briefcase and brought out a unique brown file, “in this file are original documents of license and prove of ownership for the Morgan group, which you handed over to me when we merge.” I laughed mockingly at him, “Have you forgotten uh, Morgan?”
He stroked his hair confusedly as he recalled now and writhed in pain and shut his eyes, “No! No!” he wailed and stroked his hair harder as one that was about running mad, “How did I do this? What came over me? How on earth did I hand over the original copies of my documents to a disaster like you?” he fell upon the ground, took off his suit and wept for himself.
I chuckled evilly as I put back the documents in my briefcase and added, “By the virtue bestowed on me as the world richest man , I declare myself chairman of the Morgan Group because I am the highest shareholder with a net worth of fifty one trillion dollars as of yesterday. This is unlike you who has a net worth of thirty billion dollars…”
“No!” he barked at me, stood up and about to charge at me, when my security stopped him, pinned him at a spot and ensued he never made any further move, “I need my company back! I don’t have any business to do with you anymore; I am no longer interested in the oil well business again. No more merging! Give me back what belongs to me…”
“Keep shut, you rotten maggot. It is too late now, Morgan Harris. The name of the game is vengeance . Morgan Group is mine.
“ No, you can’t do this to me, Mike! Don’t! No!” he yelled at the tops of his voice.