By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
At Moon Corporation headquarters, the chief executive officer sat on a sofa in his lavish office examining the pile of documents carefully shown to him by his assistant, a tall man in his early 30s, dressed in a white shirt beneath a beige-coloured vest and black dress trousers, he looked elegant.
‘President Michael, this is the contracts you’ll be signing with George enterprise during your meeting tomorrow morning. Here are the documents.’
Michael nodded, taking the documents from his assistant.
‘President Michael, you haven’t had lunch. Would it be okay if I buy you afternoon tea?’
Michael checked his wristwatch, it was almost six thirty. ‘Okay,’ Michael nodded. He seemed to be in a good mood. ’Are you familiar with Jimmy Carter street?’
‘Yes, sir. You want me to do a background check?’ Robert asked, wondering why Michael suddenly asked about the street. He was there in the afternoon for a meeting with a client. Could it be that he wanted to erect a building there?
‘Not yet’, Michael answered with a smile.
Robert wore a dumbfounded expression at the way Michael replied gently and smilingly. Was today a special day of some sort? Robert was familiar with Michael’s cold nature, and so now he was smiling, he felt there was a good reason to it.
‘Sir, did our company score a project there?’ Robert asked, ready for gossip.
‘Yea, a special kind of project,’ Michael replied, still smiling.
‘That’s beautiful. Can you tell me what this new project is? I would like to share in your joy. Perhaps, you will like me to inform the executives? Robert chuckled.
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