Morgan Harris had noticed the fury of my vengeance surging very close and he opted for the only remedy; disappearance. He perceived I was up to no good and I was hell-bent on sending him to jail. He had lost all to me and there was nothing left of him.
Few days ago I had reopened the Morgan Group with a grand party which ushered in my new policy as the chairman and increment of staffer’s salary by fifty percent. First I had to change it natural name from Morgan Group to the Mike Don Group which would serve as an extension of the Saint Don Group.
The Mike Don Group was acting as machinery at the oil well while the Saint Don acted as a regulatory body. It was a new dawn at the Mike Don Group as staffers were not only excited but fascinated to have a new chairman and senior executives.
They eulogized me before the whole world for my indelible decision to increase the staffer’s salary by fifty percent which Morgan Harris never did even by one percent since the inception of the Morgan group.
Morgan Harris writhed in pain while he watched it all on the TV back in his villa. He was all tears as he hated himself for ever going against me. He regretted it all now and wished he could turn back the hands of time.
Staying back was riskier than leaving the small town of Rio Hondo. He would have to disappear as soon as possible otherwise he would face the fury of my vengeance . He had planned to vacate Rio Hondo at night , when the hush of silence would hang d over the city and they would not be a leak, a spy or a snitch, obviously my security wouldn’t be out in public to see him disappear out of eyeshot..
With his bags and valuables all packed, Morgan Harris, amidst tears cast an inspective gaze on his villa for the last time. The villa and few of his exotic cars were the only asset that he could count on now . Although he had plans of not returning to Rio Hondo anymore ,yet he wondered what would become of his villa and exotic cars when he would have gone.
With his luggage all packed up in his Ferrari , Morgan Harris couldn’t avert staring upon his mansion. He felt hurt that he had to give in to defeat and failure. Staying back to fight against me was baseless because he knew I had gotten verified facts and exhibits to send him behind bars,
He thought he was dealing against a stranger. But here he was, being pushed down to his last toes by a poor ragged boy who served him as delivery boy. If he had been told I was going to be the world richest man in the nearest future he wouldn’t have believe it.
Right now things had fallen apart in his life, career and wealth and it was time to call it a wrap. He opened the door on his Ferrari, about to hop into it, divergent flashes of light from a convoy of vintage cars almost blind folded him. And when he thought he could ignore them, he was double crossed abruptly.
Hostile-looking police men and well-suited attorneys alighted furiously from the cars and flashed ID cards at him.
“You are under arrest Morgan Harris , a voice came among the party of police men, “You have been found guilty of the embezzlement of fifteen billion dollars which you accused Brian Patrick of siphoning, you have the right to remain silent else whatever you say would be used against you in the court of law.”
Morgan Harris was staring and gaping at the hostile faces of uniform men as they opened the door on his car and gestured at him to be out of the car.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, police. What makes you feel I am the mastermind behind the stolen fifteen billion dollars?” he mumbled with his hands raised.
“Morgan Harris!” one of the attorneys beamed, “Your time is up. We have facts, exhibits and witnesses against you now. Besides the world richest man has vowed to bring you to book. You may have to prove yourself in court or stand to be jailed.
“Move it!” a police man ordered once he was done handcuffing his wrist.
Morgan Harris Gets 40-years Jail Term
I read it aloud on a newspaper and smiled cheek to cheek before I leaned forward to sip at my chilled beer. This was more than precious stones to me. I never knew this day would come; a day when Morgan Harris my boss who sent me to fifteen years imprisonment would have a taste of what it felt like to be in the confines of the four walls of prison.
On a very blizzard weekend , accompanied with my security and protocol officers, I paid a mocking visit to Morgan Harris in prison.
“How are you enjoying your stay in prison, Morgan” I queried amidst smiles as he lowered his gaze in peril and shame and wouldn’t want to utter a word. “You are just few days old in this damn prison. By the time you are done serving your jail term you will have been old with grey hair. On your next life you would never toil with the poor because their god is always stronger.”
I stood to my feet and about to take my leave, Morgan spoke, “ Mike Don!” he called me, I wish I could turn back the hands of time and treat you like a son, like a beloved brother, like a blood line. I guess it is too late for me now …”
He was yet speaking when a prisoner caught sight of me and chanted, “The world richest man! The world richest man! There he is!” through the iron bars, he pointed at me. “The world richest man!” he chanted yet further and the thousands of prisoners started chanted at once, “The world richest man! The world richest man!”
“Even in prison he rules…” Morgan Harris mumbled within himself and broke down in tears.
The prisoners chanted on and I raised my hands in response.
More vengeance ahead…