By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘Boss, your cousin Felix has arrived from the states.’
‘Good,’ Michael replied. ‘Are you done with investigating Chioma Chima?’ Finding more about Chioma Chima was more important to Michael than anything else.
‘Not yet, Sir.’
‘Hurry up with that.’
Robert nodded. Not having anything else to report, he immediately left Michael’s office.
The office became quiet again. Then Michael reached for the bottle of Amarone wine. Pouring himself a glass, he walked over to the window. His office desk was a grey porcelain desk, paired with a high-end white leather swivel chair set against a series of French windows which enabled him to see clearly the bustling and hustling of the city.
Watching the bustling and hustling city from the window, he lightly swirled the red wine around the glass, smelt the wine, and elegantly he placed the tilted glass to his lips, and slowly he savoured a sip.
His back was dashing, and he was looking gorgeous in his Armani navy blue suit and also a pair of Pierre Cardin black shoes which fitted him perfectly well. Michael was so handsome to the point birds would fall from the sky forgetting to fly, people would forget their destination just to look at this captivating beauty, fighter eaters would go hungry just to drool at him.
At this moment his phone began to ring. He glanced at his phone, and then went to his desk. Putting his wine glass down, he picked up the phone. ‘Hello?’
‘Michael, I just arrived from the states. Maybe you would like to have a drink with me?’
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