Chapter 3 He picks up the call he does not want

He lost his bearing and collapsed under a tree. His back, leaning against the bark of the tree. He reinstalled his Instagram, thinking of his Twitter account he had forgotten because his blood was hot, a call obstructed. He hit his fist."Gash!"

The call came again, came again. He swerved his index finger across the screen with fury.

"Uncle!" he gasped out,

danced about in search of who would answer the call for him to tell the caller it was a wrong number or that the owner of the phone left it here to charge.

He flopped down again. The worst moment in his life. He felt like shrinking into the earth. What would he say? That he did not hear that his parents died in an auto crash?

He placed the phone against his ear.

"David." the uncle called again and he responded.

" Uncle."

Uncle Roberts was his mom's brother, and he was his darling David who killed Goliath as he used to enthuse him, hoping that he would grow to be like his family members.

His father, now late, wanted his two children to be wealthy and politically conscious like him. David was programmed to marry a girl who was from a wealthy and politically conscious family before the wind of change blew him away from the path laid for him.

Uncle Roberts (53) with the expert eyes of an elder knew something was amiss and to bring home a prodigal son, it follows a gradual process, no blame game, or else, the prodigal drifts afar the more.

"David come to my old office. I have a new office now." Uncle Roberts said.

It was a cautious request. Like throwing a seed of corn to the fowl.

Hearing that, he dived to go back to Laila's Mom for his one hundred dollars but withdrew.

Uncle Roberts passed a message to his driver, seeing him dragging his suitcase and the driver called him.

"Oh, Uncle has got this ride," he spoke under his breath, ridden with emotion.

It was not the car he was riding before. It was a Koenigsegg Trevita (Latest)

He slumped into the rear beside Uncle Roberts.

"...Your Dad left a will for you and your brother," Uncle Roberts was telling him some of the things that transpired in his absence as the car moved. " If the will did not favor him, you know what he would do? Ehn..." he nodded in consent to David's statement.

While they talked, the car was heading to Territory A's border town.

"This is my office, " said Uncle Roberts as the car slowed and entered the massive gate of AB Corp.

"Uncle, you said? I didn't get you." David spoke frankly.

"Why?" asked Uncle Roberts, askance.

"You said you are working here ?" David asked, bewildered, filled with unbelief. Don't blame him. Yea.

"Is it too much?" Uncle Roberts wanted to know why he doubted.

" It is my wife's company!"

"Your wife?"

"Yes!!" David nodded, with entangled emotions, not easy to decipher.

Laila, and uncle working together? Hmmmmmmm!

"What's her name?" Uncle Roberts sounded calm, and slanted his head left, in speculation, in amazement.

"Laila." David dropped the name like a coin dropped into an offering glass box.

He was rigid. His heart thumped.

"Laila Anderson?"

"Yes, uncle."

"My staffer? A member of my staff? Let us get in first."

David walked side by side with Uncle Roberts amidst head-bows and brisk movements of workers into the deserted elevator.

On the last floor, the seventh, the elevator door swung open and ushered them into a cold and silent passage into the Chairman's office: An extra-wide office.

"Take your coffee and let us talk."

A lady in a white top and blue skirt and blue scarf around her neck served David two dishes from the fast food shop too.

"What went wrong?" asked Uncle Roberts." In your marriage, yes."

" Hmm!" David extinguished a longish CO2. from the nostrils.

What is happening? He didn't want to be told to explain. He was ashamed. He only wanted to skulk home and lock himself up in the home, that's all.

Uncle Roberts was waiting for his narration. Laila Anderson was David's wife? Was she or was she not the one Mr William said his son wanted to get engaged with? But he opposed it?

"He said I am not rich. It wasn't her though that caused the divorce. It was her family." David said in clarification.

From what he knew and saw, he said it exactly as it happened.

Laila was unwilling to divorce him in the first instance.

Laila, a Sagittarius, is cool and hot in love but love is the first step in her relationship policy. A lover of low estate would lose her trust easily.

"That you are not rich?" Uncle Roberts doubted. It would have made him smile or laugh but this was a marriage that misled David. David, his sister's darling boy. His sister died with her husband and David did not come to see his parents buried!

No, silence in the marriage, in the divorce, is a crime. Even having her in his company is complicity.

Uncle Roberts nodded. He knew Mr Williams before now.

He would have taken drastic action with immediacy.

"No problem," he said. " Now, I have to call barrister Lawson. About your late Dad's will...Eat and get ready, we are leaving soon" he said

He put a call to barrister Lawson.

"Yes. The two boys will be available tomorrow," he told barrister Lawson.

David's elder brother has a young family. She was an adorable wife, an inestimable jewel as her mother-in-law used to say.

She was by her husband to hear the will.

"You are one family. One blood." Uncle Roberts and Barrister Lawson advised John and David. Accept your father's will and use it as a stepping stone to hustle on your own. Many have no opportunity as you have. Make your parents proud."

The barrister opened the document and read it as it was. The will.

"It is Okay, dear." Suzie cautioned John.

With fifty-seven billion dollars in three banks and five wonders on wheels, David was king. He has Atlas Corp as the CEO in addition. And he read Public Administration.

He sat back and crossed his leg, blew out the last trail of smoke, and slept where he sat.

Is there any danger? Is he going to be such a nice guy?