Episode three
👉flashback👉
Jordan, Michael, and Timothy became my close friends when I return to Nigeria, I decided to move on with my life in a new chapter by moving my main headquarters to Nigeria, well..mainly because of them.
They knew about my past life but still accept me, so I decided to change. Friends like them are rare.
***It was a very boring Saturday, I left my house to the office to get some works I never finished the previous day….. After a few minutes of working, Timothy called to ask for my location, which I told him… … a few minutes later he strolled in with Jordan and Michael …..we were so engrossed in different issues when Jordan's phone rang, he left to receive his call, almost to come back and tell us he has to leave to one of his stores….. He owns Mac Miller... Let's come along Michael suggested instead of just sitting idle at Wally's office…Jordan accept
To be sincere I wasn't doing anything urgent at work that day, so we all left for the Jordan store ….
I forgot I was supposed to be at That store today, I sent the manager to represent me at a function, I don't want to attend, Jordan explained as we all rode in his car …I decided not to call any replacement since I won't be getting anywhere, I forgot when Timothy called me that he was heading to your place... It's fine Michael assured him….
We alighted from his car, using the secret entrance into the mall, They were all famous you know, but I, I hide very well from the press.
Timothy is a businessman, Michael is a well-known lawyer in the country, and Jordan is the owner of all Mac Miller stores all around the world.
After settling in his office Timothy and Michael asked for liquor, which I refuse to take part in. I always love my head cleared when am out ….they were all half drunk when one of the sales representatives came knocking, informing Jordan of your exclusive and outrageous spending... Jordan couldn't attend to you neither could Micheal or Timothy they were reeking of alcohol, so I offered to help….
I got to the sales stand and saw her, Lola I mean, she was quite a beauty but snobbish, I started talking, the company would need her information before finalizing my statement, She asked for a form, like seriously? I thought, a form in this jet age. I couldn't help but smile when I placed the machine in front of her, I could see how embarrassed she was trying to get everything done hastily, she left the store angrily with her friend scurrying behind her….
I was about to leave, when I saw her card On the counter, as a gentleman that I was, I took the card, glancing around for her until I stop her almost exiting the store…
I call after her but she wouldn't stop, So I ran after her, I got close enough To hold unto her arm...after?...all l felt and saw afterward were colorful stars and brief gloom before my vision adjusted back to its surroundings, my hand was on my cheek then I knew what just happened...anger welled up in me, no one as ever slapped me, not even my mother,…."oh sweetheart am so, it was a mistake or did it hurt badly " she mocked me, instead of apologizing….sounds of laughter echo from behind, she peeped and face me with smiles on her face, I stretched her atm card to her, She went dumb for a minute looking at the ATM. I could have sworn I saw her feel some remorse in her for what she did but instead of an apology, she collects her ATM card and strolled off gracefully as if nothing happened...…
I stood there, staring as she walked away, I smirked as different ideas flow my head, my life was tiring? yeah sure. I have a fortune? Yeah sure, I am handsome, but I lack fun, why not make her my fun project. I said to myself having an evil grin… .the idea alone stimulated my anger…