Great. Extraordinary. Phenomenal. Majestic. Icon. Powerful. Epic.
These were words used to describe the richest and youngest self made billionaire bachelor in Caelonia named Marcellus Molinero.
Marcellus was a man with wealth, power, riches, influence... Many fell at his feet for just a shout out to their company because his impact was just it. Ladies fell at his feet but he never bat an eye to them. He was the second greatest man alive in the world, his grandpa was the first.
His net worth seemed to be over the top. For a man who made over 50 million dollars on a bad day and triple the amount on a good day, his money was unexplainable.
In all the billboards and Forbes list except one, he was ranked the first in everything, leaving a huge social distance space between his competitors, were they even worth being called his competitors? No, because he was worth over 100 billion dollars while his so called competitors were worth 30 billion dollars if not less.
Recently, Marcellus had been caught up in a murder case - a female bartender in one of his famous club was murdered in cold blood. This sole case had caused him a loss of over a billion dollars. And his stocks had plummeted down 2%.
Multiple headlines were accusing him of his inability to protect his workers and all sorts of bad words were hurled at him.
Angry, furious - all negative emotions were running through his veins and he needed something to cool off.
He pulled his drawers open picking up a file, he had much or less forgotten if not for this problem that had just aroused. He glanced through it, stopping at a contract between him and a man named 'Bruce Jenkins.'
He had loaned the man 500 million dollars to invest in his company and he was to pay back just a billion dollars - a pretty handsome deal he made once in a blue moon because it was a small profiting deal for him and it had been up to two years.
It was time to collect his money back. As much as it pained him to have lost over a billion, a small smirk crept up his lips when he read over the contract he had forgotten.
He pressed the intercom, calling for his secretary.
A man clad in black suit knocked softly before entering inside.
"You called me, Mr Molinero?" His voice curt and it was laced with his respect.
"Yes, Devin. Prepare the car in five minutes, we are leaving to this address,'' he paused, tossing the contract file to him. "Also bring me a file containing everything that is to know about the man." He ordered with his legs crossed over each other and his hands clasped together while leaning on his chair.
"All right, sir." He bowed slightly before leaving the office.
It was almost 4pm. Everyone should be heading back home by now but because of the current case, the working hours were now extended by an hour with an extra one thousand dollar attached to their salaries.
Marcellus massaged his temples, soothing away the little headache he felt. He picked up his phone, scrolling through the news to find more articles and headlines against him.
He chuckled, his uncle and nephew must be happy seeing him in such predicament. He screened his phone, throwing it angrily on the glass table.
A small knock was heard and Devin came inside.
"Sir, everything is ready. And this is everything about Bruce Jenkins." He announced, giving him a file containing the man's details.
He took it. "Let's go." He stood up wearing his overcoat and heading out of his office with Devin trailing behind him.
A black McLaren was already waiting for them outside and a driver pulled open the back seat for Marcellus while Devin sat in the passengers seat.
The drive to the Jenkins mansion was quiet and cold. No one dared say anything as Marcellus read about the head of the Jenkins family.
He had a wife named, Jennifer and two daughters named Meredith and Serena. Surprisingly only one of his daughters picture was over the internet, while wasn't the other one in the picture?
Was she dead? He didn't care. He closed the file after he was done reading.
They soon arrived at the mansion and Marcellus alighted from the car with Devin.
He didn't give an info that he was coming to collect his debt. He never did to anyone's house. He came and went as he liked.
After Devin pressed the bell two times, the entrance door was opened by a lady in a servants dress - that was what it looked liked to Mr. Molinero but as he glanced at the woman's face, he noticed it was Mrs. Jenkins.
"Tell your master that Mr. Molinero is here." Devin ordered, oblivious to the woman's identity because he never bothered to read the file and Marcellus didn't feel the need to correct her.
Jennifer was about protesting when she remembered today was a special day for her daughter and she couldn't jinx it. She rolled her eyes at the two men and walked away.
*****
Bruce Jenkins mouth was agape by Marcellus outrageous request. He was more stupified that he remembered the deal they made two years ago.
Now he had come requesting for his money back, he felt his world crashing but he didn't let his smile waver at all.
"Your request is quite impromptu, Mr. Molinero. If you could give me a week, your money will be handed back to you."
'Foolish man,' What Marcellus thought in his head. He already knew he had squandered the money on bet and many useless fake get rich quick business scam. He knew that the man who was sitting across him was a useless spineless man who had less than a million dollars to his name. He also knew that one his daughters was getting married soon, too bad that the name of the daughter wasn't revealed.
One thing, Marcellus enjoyed was people helplessness and he knew what just to say to get that from the man.
"I can't give you a week, Mr Jenkins." He paused watching Bruce facade breaking as he circled the tip of the coffee cup but never taking a sip.
"Your daughter for the week you wish to have." Be breathed slowly.
Bruce and Jennifer's eyes widened like saucers at his unexpected request.
"But-"
"It's that or your legs to the police station. You have five seconds to choose."
"Five," he began, Bruce palms and forehead sweaty.
"Four," his heart skipped a beat.
"Three," his heart began beating erratically trying to find a loophole.
"Two," an idea came to his mind.
"On-"
"Wait!!!" He screamed standing abruptly from his seat.
"I agree to your request. My daughter is yours for a week until I get your money." He said.
"Excuse me for a while. I need to discuss something private with my wife."
Marcellus who was uninterested in Bruce's upcoming shenanigans rolled his eyes lazily at the man.
"Five minutes." He said flicking his eyes over to his phone. It was ringing with a name on it.
"Old Man."
He cursed inwardly, declining the call.
Why was this old man calling him now?