Chapter 4 FINDING A WAY OUT

ARNOLD POV

"I am sorry Sir, but it seems there's nothing we can do, the news of what happened has spread far, and people are already protesting. Some say that the head of your son will not even be enough to makeup for what happened". I was so devastated hearing this news from my personal assistant Richard. I had requested him to make an in-depth survey on the issue we're currently battling with. I have only one son whom I named after me, and I love him so much. I don't hesitate to give him whatever he wants, but I don't understand why he turned out this way. He is a pain in the neck, and sometimes I just ask myself "where did I go wrong in his upbringing that made Arnold Jnr turn out this way?"

I made calls to some media houses, asking them to take down the news of the boy who committed suicide as a result of Arnold Jnr bullying him at school. The boy was a poor transfer student who got scholarship to study in the same school with Arnold Jnr, but like I was made to understand, my son and his gang never ceased to make his life miserable, and the boy had to end it all. The whole country was in uproar, and the news was on the internet. Like always, I have to clean up my son's mess.

After getting almost all the blogs and media houses shut on this particular issue, I decided it was time to go home. I left my office and was about to enter my car when I got the shock of my life. Poom! It was like a dream when I looked at my designer suit, and it was covered in dirt. Apparently, some people were waiting for me to come out, for them to unleash their anger on me. They all came out from their hiding places and kept throwing dirt on me.

"Wicked man" a man yelled from the crowd, "Murderer" another man yelled, while they continued to throw dirt on me. My security men stepped out to confront them, but I stopped them and hastily entered my car, which hurriedly sped off. Heaven knows that I have never been so embarrassed like this in my life. I am so going to deal with Arnold Jnr when I get home.

"Arnold Jnr please come back, you can't go out" I heard my wife pleading with my son as I opened the door. "And who the hell made such stupid rules? I am going out with my friends and that is final", Arnold Jnr replied. "I dare you to leave this house and consider yourself an outcast, you will no longer be a member of my family" I threatened Arnold Jnr. My wife covered her mouth in shock when she saw me, she rushed to me "Honey what happened you?". I looked at Arnold Jnr with so much anger and pointed at him "It is because of this good for nothing of a son, because of him, I was attacked by some men on my way out of the office today", I explained bitterly. "Why then did you not allow the security men to deal with them and put them in their places? Look at what they did to you!" my wife lamented.

My phone rang and I ignored her question and picked my phone. "I don't understand what you are talking about, I hope this is not true" I waited for the caller to explain whatever details of whatever he has to tell me. I couldn't hold back my disappointment again, I informed my caller that I will call him back, while I hung up on the phone. I slumped on the sofa and heaved a sigh. I scrolled through my phone and got the biggest shock of my life, I saw videos of protests going on in several locations. "Boycott ANJ Group, they are murderers! Boycott ANJ Group, they are murderers!!", those were the chants the crowd kept uttering. I needed to think of a way out of this situation. I have worked so hard in life, and I won't let anything ruin it.