Dropping his phone, David immediately began to laugh. He wasn't stupid; this guy was trying to curry favor with him.
He'd read enough books and done similar, lower-end things to win over the favor of his lecturers.
Deciding not to think about it too much, he began going through the documents that came with the card.
As the representative had said, there were documents that needed to be signed, and after reviewing them, David discovered a few things.
In most contracts or legal documents, he and the other party would be referred to as Party A or B, but here, they referred to him as a "Sovereign Entity."
He didn't fully understand what that meant, but this was the World Bank—he didn't even really understand what type of organization it was.
There were also a few other things that surprised him, like a two-page employment form showing profiles of about 15 people, all meant to be under his employment to manage his wealth.
"Do they want me to review them, or are they just showing me the people they want on the team?" David asked himself as he reviewed the document.
He didn't care much, so he signed it and moved on to the other documents.
After about an hour, he was done and had a rough understanding of his situation. Essentially, he was too wealthy for a standard commercial bank.
So Nomus had probably used his supernatural means to get him an account with the World Bank.
The World Bank, being an institution that catered only to countries, wouldn't want to open and maintain an individual account, hence he was recognized as a "Sovereign Entity."
Of course, most of this was speculation, but the rest was explained in the documents.
Since he was done, he quickly began searching for his suit. Even if he was the client being courted, he still had to look good.
Thanks to the surprisingly stable power supply, he found it quickly and soon ironed it to make it presentable.
...
The Library,
University of Port Harcourt
A young man with dark circles under his eyes and clear fatigue across his face sat on one of the many chairs outside the main library.
Like many students there, he was only there for the Wi-Fi; in the service-less environment of the school, this was the only place he could use his phone fully.
"David, you look like death. What were you doing yesterday?" a friend asked.
"Gabriel, you're in business administration, right?" David asked almost as soon as he saw him. Gabriel wasn't very tall, but he always had sharp insights.
"Yeah, what's up?" Gabriel replied.
"There's a job offer coming for you soon, but you have to study hard. A hundred-thousand-dollar salary isn't a joke," David said.
"Amen to that," Gabriel replied.
"Anyway, start packing your bag. Harvard's waiting for you," David said, though Gabriel saw it all as a joke.
David didn't mind; he was serious about his plans. There was no use having money if he couldn't uplift those around him. Standing up, he started toward the library's exit.
"Where are you going?" Gabriel asked, confused.
"I'm going to a meeting; I'll be back soon," David replied, waving goodbye.
Gabriel didn't understand what was going on. If David had a meeting, he should be heading upstairs; he was a student of the library, after all.
But David was leaving the library. Following him, Gabriel arrived at the library's parking lot, joining others already gathered there.
He saw a large convoy of cars—a total of seven vehicles. Two bikes bearing the Nigerian flag, two large SUVs with several large men in suits standing beside them, a Rolls Royce in the center, and a van behind.
Curious, like everyone else, Gabriel pushed his way to the front to see who was being transported.
At the front, he saw David walking calmly toward the convoy with some papers in hand.
"That bas…" Gabriel trailed off as one of the men stepped forward to collect the documents from David. As David approached the car, another man opened the door to the Rolls Royce for him, holding it open. Seeing such treatment, a wide smile appeared on David's face as he thanked the man and got in.
Gabriel couldn't believe his eyes, and neither could any of the other students there. Who was David, after all?
"So this is the life of the rich," David said, feeling his heart race. Even though he tried to act unaffected, his heart was practically running a marathon.
"Good day, sir. We apologize if this caused you any inconvenience," the driver said, turning around.
"Inconvenience? I'll be the talk of the school for weeks!" David replied, laughing. "Tell me, I know you guys work for Mr. Obi, so how much would it cost to get you to work for me?"
"Sir, we don't work for him; we are employees of the World Bank, and we work for you, sir," the driver explained as they drove.
David already knew that Port Harcourt's roads were decent, but for the first time, he didn't feel a single bump. There truly was a reason why they called the Rolls Royce the king of all luxury cars. But that wasn't the only thing on his mind.