Chapter 2 Second Chapter

Winners don't quit and Quitters never win...!

He walked in through the large glass doors that the security man opened for him.

Most of the workers stopped and greeted him but he just ignored and passed them, heading towards his personal elevator and pressing the button that led to the topmost floor which was where his office was.

"Mr Alladiah the ladies supposed to audition for the modelling channel are already here". His Secretary, Shakira said as she tried to follow up with his long strides as he got out of the elevator heading straight for his office.

"Coffee in two minutes". He said as he entered his office and shutting the door behind him almost shutting it on Shakira's face. She wasn't sure if he had even heard her when she said about the new models or if his daily gloomy mood was on full mode.

Shakira quickly walked away towards the private kitchen that was for Mr. Alladiah and his personal assistant's use only to prepare his coffee.

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"Magellan Korna Alladiah!". The older man said as he walked towards the large glass table that was in the centre of the room.

He coughed a little as he sat down while he set his cane aside and looked up at the man in front of him, seated behind the table on the large leather swivel chair.

It felt like it was yesterday when he had picked up the boy from the streets. His car had broken down, it was in the middle of the night and he had just arrived in the country from a business trip.

Moreover, it was raining heavily and thus finding someone who would repair his car wouldn't have been possible so he had tried to fix it himself. He heard a small sneeze from a distance, not sure of what he had heard, he proceeded in repairing his car until he heard another sneeze and another.

He flashed his flashlight towards the direction that he had heard the sneeze from until he saw the small figure curled up into a ball, shaking vigorously due to the cold and the rain water that was flowing past him thus drenching him wet.

All he had concluded that night was, he had no heir who would inherit him when his days in this earth came to an end, he had no family as well and the boy became his from that night, he had taken care of him and loved him as if he was his own. He had no wife nor kids but that had the best decision that he had made in his entire life.

Magellan looked up at him from his laptop, "I don't like the middle name".

"I know but it's still yours, right?". The older man questioned as he reached for the cup of coffee that was beside Magellan's laptop and sipped some of it before setting it back on the table.

Magellan ignored the action, besides, he hadn't even touched the coffee and he'd ask for more if he wanted to.

"Besides I'm the only person who knows it so I make use of it". He added. He was right.

He coughed again, touching his chest with one pain due to the pain he felt while the other covered his mouth.

"I should call your doctor". Magellan said trying to reach for his phone but the older man stopped him with his cane.

Causing Magellan to wince in pain but he didn't touch the affected hand.

"I'm not sick". The older man responded confidently. That was a lie and they both knew it.

"Father is that why you're not taking your medication?". Magellan asked with a brow raised up in question.

"I'm not sick. I just need vacation". The old man retorted.

"Fine I'll have your private jet prepared. You can go anywhere your heart desires". Magellan replied.

"We may not be related by blood but you sure do sound like me when I was your age. All domineering and such". The older man said as he coughed again then sipped some coffee from the cup afterwards.

Magellan looked at the man in front of him. If it weren't for the older man, Mr. Thomas Alladiah then he wouldn't have been where he was seated at the moment.

The older man had not only raised him up but given him a new identity and his family name, made him his heir and now it was his turn to take care of the older man in the best way he could by providing for the man whatever he needed.

Mr. Thomas had lung cancer, caused by all the smoking he did when he was younger. He still smoked when the craving was strong though he thought that Magellan was not aware of it. What he didn't know was that the younger man seated across him, knew of everything he did.

"Father I...". Mr. Thomas interrupted Magellan from speaking by raising his hand in the air a little.

"I came here to discuss serious matters with you". He began.

"Okay. What about it?". Magellan questioned.

"You thought I wouldn't know if you took actions in your own hands to avenge me?". Mr. Thomas asked.

Magellan's brows furrowed, he slammed his laptop shut and looked at the man seated in front of him.

"I told you the Richardsons took that part of my wealth years ago. You should have let them be but you went ahead and snatched all of their wealth?". Mr. Thomas said. "I really didn't mind it. Bygones are bygones but what have you done?".

"Do you mean that they stole your wealth?. Because I remember you teaching me that stealing is taking what doesn't belong to you and that's what they did. What I did was just a little pay back". Magellan replied.

"A little payback?". Mr. Thomas scoffed. "You took all of his wealth and registered it under my name Korna. That was a lot than what he took from me all those years ago".

"I know. Isn't it what he used to acquire even more wealth?. Let's just say that it's your wealth which has multiplied over the years and grown into assets worth of billions of money. We have done nothing wrong... I simply took back what was rightfully yours". Magellan answered, leaning back on his chair and looking relaxed as if he had done nothing wrong.

"No. You don't know whom you just messed up with Korna. Richardson is a very dangerous man and he'll surely get back at you". Mr. Thomas insisted, his throat tightening a little at the thought of loosing his son... His only heir and family.

He wasn't that surprised with the sly smile that formed on Magellan's lips. He should have known better, Magellan was iron headed when it came to such matters, no wonder his fashion business had risen drastically once Magellan had taken charge. It was always on the top and the profits had tripled.

"Go home Father and rest. You have nothing to worry about". Magellan said as he leaned forward, his elbows on the glass table looking straight into his Father's eyes.

"You aren't afraid one bit?". Mr. Thomas asked.

"No".

"What if Richardson takes his revenge through me?".

"Trust me, he won't do it!". Magellan exclaimed.

"You aren't afraid if I drop down dead the next minute shot by that man or by his goons?".

"He won't do that. It's me he'll be after not you". Magellan answered.

"You're so sure of yourself".

"I'm I not always like this?". Magellan questioned, tilting his head and looking at his Father in an almost intimidating way.

Mr. Thomas looked at his son. The lad had changed a lot... He wasn't that same hideous looking young boy, thanks to all those surgeries that were taken on him, he looked much better. One wouldn't even know that Magellan was once a victim of the fire that killed his parents.

He was a handsome young man. All tall, dark and handsome.. Dark long hair that was held back in a low ponytail and heavily masculine, Yellow skinned, smart... He had even modelled for the company's most expensive suit once which was enough to add to his list of fame.

He was surrounded by billions of money and easily managed other multi million companies. Money wasn't a problem. It had never been and would never be. Magellan could easily get what he wanted.

Not only were they wealthy but powerful in and out of the country.

Magellan's dominant ways were compelling and perhaps, Mr. Thomas had nothing to worry about. Truth be known, he worried more over Magellan than himself. He didn't want to loose his only family. He'd certainly do anything to protect his son.

Mr. Thomas sighed and nodded his head slowly. "I'll see you later then, son". He said as he stood up while supporting himself using his cane.

"Take care Father". Magellan said. Mr. Thomas stopped, not turning to face him he just went on his way.

"Your Father is right!". Andrew said as he immediately entered Magellan's office.

While Magellan took his phone and called the head of security to add more men around his Father for protection. He feared for his Father as well and he didn't want any harm to befall the old man.

"Were you eavesdropping on us again Drew?". Magellan asked as he placed his phone down.

Andrew was not only his P.A but best friend. They had gone to the same highschool and university and thus they grew closer by each day that passed by.

Andrew was lean and skinny, had long dark hair as well which he cared less about so it was always roaming messily and at times was on his face, he was Caucasian skinned and handsome too but not compared to Magellan. He and Magellan were of the same height as well.

"Come on I was just curious nothing else but he's right, I've heard people talk about Richardson, he's a hell of a fire!". Andrew exclaimed as he sat where Mr. Thomas had been seated previously.

Andrew was always the talkative one and very hyperactive. He was a complete opposite of Magellan but hey, opposites attract, don't they?.

"Tell those people that I'm the hell itself". Magellan replied as he leaned back on his chair and swinged a little from side to side.

"Oh I will do that but now...". Andrew trailed off.

"We go check out those new models". Magellan said as he stood up and walked towards the door, Andrew following him behind.

"I thought you weren't interested in that". Andrew muttered more to himself as they walked away to the one of the smaller fashion halls that they had where the auditions were taking place.