Billonaire's Vengeance

crept into my mind. I removed the second button from the hole on my blue long sleeved shirt, while waiting for a taxi at the tail end of Sani Abacha Road. Four or five minutes later, a taxi cab

e some bus conductors were shouting 'Rumuokoro', 'Rumuokoro,' and stepp

ish language. She always behaved and 'acted' in a different way, which made even her enemies to admire her. No one could ever believe that someone like her who had a very wealthy husband, would stoop so low to work in a place where the salary th

y, trying to avoid some poodles, which resulted from the rainfall last night. My first point of call was the administrative block which was painted with a colour that one could describe as 'deep orange'. I walked to the car park beside it, and looked over the lush green fields around the block. I stood and watched th

ass. After a 'tour' which lasted for about half an hour, I walked back to the administrative block, which housed my mother's department – English department. While walking to the second floor, my heart kept b

l asked me what the time was. The moment he thanked me and left, I walked briskly downstairs, looked o

plan. I pulled off the blue long-sleeved shirt I wore and put on a black long-sleeved shirt, knotted a black neck tie and a black suit. I checked my outfit in the mirror in the sitting room, while

n the afternoon, the time when most offices would be closing for the day, and workers preparing to go home. The taxi cab sped through Aba road to the twelve storey building which served as the international headquarters of MOTHY MARITIME SERVIC

tiful lady of about five fee

I'm here to see

an the CEO?

pped Bible my mother had instructed one of the nurses to give me. She clicked rapidly

next three weeks." She spoke eloquently with a reassuring smile that didn't seem to have any effect on me. With my left elbow on the marble des

" I called her name, loo

u do not know. I'm better off dead than walking around with this 'rock' in my

while I stretched my hand and push

ell him it's urgent, tell him one Tamunot

mplexion walked up to the marble desk and asked what the problem was. I noticed Miss Aniefok seemed somewhat relie

eception, when all the skill and knowledge I possessed in martial arts, kept running inside me like a tank filling up with water. I stepped backwards, looked at him, and unbuttoned my one button suit, as I moved my head sideways. I looked in the directio

ther security guards to the reception. I always took things to the extreme, especially when learning how to fight. When other students practiced with punching bags, I 'practiced' my fists on the walls in and arou

od to flow freely from his nose. He staggered backwards in a daze with a surprised look, as I turned my attention to the other men who launched towards me. The next moment I clenched my fists and stopped a punch from a guard, while I made another pass out with a 'chop' at the back of

s suit and rushed towards me in anger. I leapt backwards as the knife cut through the front part of my suit. I smiled at the angry man wielding a knife in front of me, while begging him to put it away, as we kept moving around in a circle. He suddenly launched forward again, as I ducked and grabbed

ted the wrist of the Chief Security Officer as he shouted in pain, pulled the knife from his grip and drove its point into th

inside my suit, walked up to her, pointed to her cleavage and promised to cut her heart out if she went against my instructions. I stood beside her as we watched several employe

e computer keyboard, which as I later learnt, was an alarm connected to the State Police Headquarters at Moscow road. I pretended not to see it as I stood by her right side, pretending to arrange papers. Another batch of employe

urned, looking at the blood flowing over the k

She screamed and pleaded, wit

voice, while I looked around. I thought of Miss Aniefiok

off the tears on her face, as an elderly man with a briefcase walked toward

bent down to disconnect the wire,

e wallpaper showed the logo of Timothy's maritime company, moving at random on the screen. I pulled out the knife from where it was stuck on her right palm, atop the keyboard, clea

ay something when I suddenly grabbed her hair with my left hand and shoved her head into the comp

the C.E.O's o

ed at the twelfth floor, and the elevator doors opened, I felt like exclaiming in surprise as I beheld my eyes. The entire passage seemed to be made of diamonds, as the glass and silvery lighting seemed to 'concur' in the beauty they radiated. I pulled the once happy receptionist, while

hree times on the door, which was smo

desk, which resembled polished glass. She looked exhausted as she filed and arranged all sorts of papers and documents in a small cabinet bes

face?" Timothy's secretary asked her

me of the glass antiques." I cut in, and removed my sunglasses, while Miss A

ss Florence",

Shanghai Chamber of Commerce..." I couldn't believe myse

I'll make sure he gets it. W

ersonally," I began, once again unbutt

..." She soon stopped when I pushed the reception

y, with the knife's poin

ed to the receptionist's battered face. I smiled at both of them as Miss Aniefiok sat qui

I can't let you see the C.E.O." She sa

is more important than your life?" I

o Timothy's office, I checked around Miss Florence's desk for any red button, and locked the door through which I and Miss Aniefok had come in. The next moment, I pocketed my knife and placed my ear to Timothy

e elevator was nothing compared to Timothy's office, as the floor of his office seemed to illuminate the entire room. There was a marble statue of a naked woman carrying a baby, some metres from the window. At the head of his swivel chair, a large painting of eta in purple hung significantly. It seemed to be the only inanimate object in the office, which was not white or silvery in c