Bab 10: EARLIER
The continuous sound of metal clinging was inaudible to him. The only sound his ears could perceive, was the intensified music from the earpiece attached to his mind.
Heavy breathing...34...35...37....... He went on and on pumping weights in his private gym.
Demola Williams the new and unknown money bag in Nigeria. His grandfather recently passed on leaving him an enormous amount of wealth. The sort of wealth only witnessed in movies. His grandfather was never fund of his lifestyle. That was why it creeped in as a shocker when he heard about the will contract in his name.
It was crazier than a fairytale. Mr Babalola Williams his grandfather accumulated so much wealth as one of the leading politician's in Nigeria. He was twice a state governor, three times a senator, before he reluctantly retired as the commissioner of finance.
Demola ranked high with a whooping networth over ten billion dollars!!. He possessed assets he never worked for, assets he foolishly fantasised on more than a decade ago. Strangest part was his transformation occurred in the twinkle of an eye.
He released his grip from the 80kg weight, so it fell hard on the gym floor, wiped his face with the towel in hand before furiously downing the energy shake in his bottle. He stared himself in the mirror, he was impressed with the progress he witnessed, money gave him the time to do this!!
A few minutes later he met with his lawyer at his extravagantly decorated dining hall. He still felt he needed to change a thing or two.
" Good day sir!, how was your trip from Newfoundland?" the lawyer stood as Demola came into the dinning room for his breakfast.
" It was awfully long", Demola's accent carried a foreign polish to it, he had spent ten years in Canada, with a plan to never return, " sit....plss", Demola insisted. He ordered the chef's to bring his lawyer breakfast.
" No sir, I am fine...", he halfheartedly tried to resist.
" It's not a request, I will not let you sit here and watch me eat", he waved for the chef to get the lawyer the same thing he was having.
After breakfast was finished, they set out for the first Destination on their agenda. His grandfather's Broadcasting company. PINE TOWER was the main source of his grandfather's wealth, it was worth more than half the entirety of the Networth. He was going to announce, his take over at the shareholders meeting holding this morning. He was greatly pleased at the anticipation of the uproar soon to be caused by his enthronement.
Meanwhile at PROCAM headquarters, Shelby resisted the urge to get off work just to dive into the arms of Harry. He informed her he was going to get a few things at the studio and head home.
" I can't believe this!", Becky interrupted
Shelby was confused, her job already made it hard to spend time with Harry, now she wasn't allowed time to think of her man. Here Becky was interrupting her thinking.
" Becky believe what?"
" Miss I am not interested in stupid love! where is the Shelby that knows the very minute a person stands outside her door?" She teased " I have been standing here for over a minute, yet you didn't take notice of me. I can bet on my life, it in no person other than Harry on your mind", she mocked playfully.
Fully aware of being caught in the act, Shelby fetched for a come back, she looked around her spacious office, found a unused rubber band on her desk, she was sure she had acquired enough experience from her teenage days, to be able to pull off a nice shot, she expanded the rubber band, aimed and released.
Twatt!! The rubber band hit it's mark.
" Ouch!!!", Becky robbed on the point of impact on her arm.
"Gerrare here", Shelby laughed hysterically, " now who's laughing?".
Becky didn't take lightly to the joke, it hurt her quite a lot. She had tender skin. The very thing her husband loved about her volumptious body. She stormed out of the office and quietly closed the door behind her.
" Sorry B!", Shelby apologised without moving an inch from her desk.
An hour later Becky walked into Shelby's office, with eye's shining like she had just witnessed a ghost.
" Use my mirror to witness the being i see before me", Shelby teased.
" Shelby?..", she stared at her boss and friend, not knowing how well to start.
Shelby stared at Becky more intently, " this must be serious, what is the matter?"
Demola stood outside Shelby's office, he didn't know how to go about this issue. He had a notion she wasn't going to invite him in, afterall he was no bringer of good news, he then made up his mind to walk into her office.
" Hi shel", shortly after uttering her nick name, he realised it was probably the dumbest thing to say to her. This was by far the dumbest thing he said since he became a billionaire, he regretfully judged himself.
Becky tip toed out of the office , leaving them alone to devour themselves in an act of repentance and ego.
Shelby kept mute, she was sure the very minute she submitted to words, hell will break loose.
Demola sat in one of the seats directly opposite her. He didn't know where to start, it was the bad news or the bad news type of situation, killing two beds with one stone. How was he to reveal to her he was actually here to take over PROCAM, fully aware of how well he knew she was addicted to the height she attained in the business world and how was he to say he was equally sorry for the bitter sweet occurrence between them in the past.
Mrs Anderson logged into her gmail the next morning, she got a call from the private investigator, he had good news concerning her daughter's boy problem's.
She could not believe what she the images showed. Her daughter crying?
This infuriated her, "how dare he make my baby cry?...who the hell is he?", She scanned through the pictures, carefully looking for one that clearly showed his face, she paused as certainty dawned on her. She had seen this face before, the man in this picture, although she couldn't recall where.
She clicked on the email with the history of his background check, she almost fainted at the realisation of his level of class.
" How can Erica do this deed to hurt me?", She was really outraged at the fact that he was a mere photographer earning wages to survive.
She read the name aloud ,"PROCAM, PRO....", Coming to think of it, she never inquired to find out where her daughter got a job, now she knew. The job title was disgraceful, her daughter an Anderson working as a personal assistant to this worthless person and they were both foolish enough to break work ethics and dabble in romance. This guy was roast meat for she was going to press charges against him, a superior should never take advantage of his worker.
She took a gulp from her glass of orange juice, then it dawned on her, "Shelby Sulaiman's man!!! , the party!!, the man in the picture!".
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