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Love & Power 8

CHAPTER 8

Bunmi sat by her father’s bedside as the family doctor attended to him.
“Young lady, how did it happen?” The doctor, an elderly man in his fifties asked.
“I really can’t say specifically because I wasn’t there. I was in my room upstairs, he was downstairs watching a live business broadcast. I only found him lying at the landing of the staircase. Obviously, he was coming up to meet me.” Bunmi explained.
“Okay, so, he slipped on his way up. Don’t you think something might have triggered his fall?” The doctor asked.
“You are right. But I don’t think so.” Bunmi replied, even though the truth was staring hard at her, she can’t afford to admit being in a way responsible for her father’s present situation. And she prayed the doctor never made mention of it.
“Well, I can categorically tell you that, Mr Jose here saw some nerve breaking news report. He was rushing upstairs to talk to you. He had a relapse and suffered a cardiac arrest and that was how he slipped.” The doctor explained.
“I wonder why he still put the issues at SJC on his mind. You are now in charge, and I want to believe you are capable enough to steer the ship. Why the huge financial loss?” The doctor asked.
A knock sounded on the door, followed by Collins sticking his head into the room.
“Hello darling. Excuse me sir.” Bunmi said to the doctor as she hurriedly went to meet Collins halfway into the room.
“How you doing?” He asked as he gave her a hug. “Is he getting better?” He added.
“Yeah. He is responding to treatment. He fell asleep not quite long ago.” Bunmi replied.
Meanwhile, the doctor looked at the two lover birds while they conversed with a smile on his face. Probably remembering his own time.
“Sir, meet Collins, my boyfriend. Collins, this is Doctor Ajanaku, the family doctor.” Bunmi did a quick introduction and the two men shook hands, with Collins bowing slightly as a sign of respect.
“I’ll like to take my leave now.” The doctor announced some five minutes later. “As soon as I reach the hospital, I will send one of the nurses to come and keep an eye on Jose all around the clock.” He added.
“Thank you very much sir.” Bunmi flexed her knees, as a sign of appreciation.
“You’re welcome.” He replied. “Mr Collins, its nice meeting you.” With this, the elderly man grabbed his bag, then strolled out of the room.
Once he shut the door behind him, Bunmi faced Collins.
“How’s the office?” She asked.
“Pretty cool. I spent the night behind my desk working.” He replied.
“And anything to be done to make things work out?”
She asked.
“Yeah, after a lot of brainstorming, we came up with two options. The first is, selling off percentages to reduce what is being shouldered or reducing the cost of production which in turn reduces the number of staffs.” Collins explained.
“Second option seems a bit helpful. I mean, we can lay off some staffs and anytime we hit the top again, we can always employ new staffs.” She replied.
“You have a point, but laying off staffs is in the percentage of. 50% of the factory workers, 20% of the office staffs, 10% of the board of governors and 20% of. Security men and staffs at the restaurant. Gratuity is running into millions. I think 50million naira. It is unadvisable.” Collins explained.
San Jose turned in his sleep. “Let’s get out of here.” Bunmi suggested as she led the way out of the room.
“But we both know we can’t sell percentages of the company’s ownership. San Jose currently controls 80%. How much do we need to let go?” She asked.
“30% at most.” Collins replied.
“That’s on the high side. We can’t do that.” Bunmi argued. “How did we get it wrong in the first place?” she asked.
“Well, it all started when Tony Brown pulled out his consumer percentage. And since we have forecasted out production and tied it around his percentage we’ve spent a lot depending on his company’s consumption for returns. So, it became too late to adjust our bearing.” Collins explained.
“So, Tony Brown is responsible for this?” Bunmi asked.
“Yes. I have fixed an appointment with his team. I’ll meet his at his complex later today. I promise to handle this to the last until SJC returns to the top.” Collins replied.
“I love you.” Bunmi said.
“You just stay with dad. I will handle everything at work, but I will give give you report everyday.” He added.
“Have you eaten?” Bunmi asked.
“You cooked?” Collins replied.

–*–
Kike stormed into the Brown’s living room, every eyes turned towards her direction. But she didn’t care, all that mattered to her was confronting Tony and making him see reasons why he is a devil.
“Tony, can I see you in private.” She asked. More like a command.
“Kike, at least, put your anger behind you and greet.” An elderly man said, typical of Yoruba elders.
“Good afternoon Uncle. Good afternoon Auntie.” She greeted the coupled.
“Amanda is here to.” The man’s wife, Amanda’s mother said.
“Hello Amy.” She said without looking at Amanda who had a blank expression on her face.
“Can I see you now?” She asked Tony who still remained rooted to his seat.
“Won’t you greet your mother? She is here too.” Amanda’s father said referring to her step mother or father’s wife.
“She is not my mother.” Kike replied.
“So, who is she? Your friend?” Her uncle asked.
“She is a nobody who only got attached to Dad because of money. Why do you think she refused to give birth?” Kike replied rudely.
It is one thing to know that Kikelomo Brown is rude. It is another thing to know how not to get offended by her rudeness. Everyone in the room is aware or at least have their ways around her rudeness, so offence is likely not to be taken. Even though most times, one cannot but loose one’s cool to the point of being frustrated by a lady below thirty.
“Your mother got pregnant for my brother because of money.” Amanda’s father replied.
“Darling stop.” His ever peace loving wife cautioned.
Kike can sometimes but wonder why a crazy man like her Uncle got married to a peaceful woman like his wife. Or better still, why a peaceful woman like her
Aunt married a crazy man like her Uncle and how the union went on to produce a much more crazier Amanda.
“Your mother showed up out of nowhere and claimed being pregnant all because my brother has money.” Her Uncle replied.
“That’s enough darling.” His wife cautioned.
“No, let him spit it all out. After all, he was the one who benefited from his brother’s property.” Kike said.
“Don’t you dare talk to my father like that.” Amanda cuts in.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Tony said rising to his feet.
“Kike, let’s go.” He said to his sister who followed him out of the living room.
Now outside the house, Kike wasted no time in attacking and pouring out her mind for her brother.
“Why did you do that to SJC?” She asked. “You and your slaves already spoilt production for them. As if that is not enough, you still went ahead to kill their sale.”
“It is business.” Tony replied.
“What business? SJC is not a direct competitor. They are in a different business to us. Is it because the Chairman’s daughter refused to warm you bed? Why are you so wicked and callous?” Kike was far from done.
“Don’t you talk to me anyhow.” Tony warned. “I have everything under control. My men are following the situation and once everything is set, you will apreciate me for doing this,” Tony added.
“And why would I?” Kike asked.
“I am doing this for you.” Tony replied and walked back into the house, leaving a surprised Kike on the spot.
This is the second time Tony was talking about destroying SJC’s business because of her. Only time would tell.

To be Continued

About D9ty7

Durodola Olawale. Y is a young Nigerian writer, social media PR expert, social critic, business consultant and a political analyst cum diplomat. My love for writing dates back to 2012 when I first made an attempt to write a story. A dream I finally actualized in 2013 with TEENAGE LOVE NAIVETY; my debut story. Since than I have gone on to release the following body of work on the web and as PDF; Shadows from the Past - 2014 The Undercover Agent- 2014 All in a Circle- 2014 The Thomas- 2015 The Murderer- 2016 The Sextape- 2017 I am not a Feminist: You don't have to be too- 2018 The State House- 2018 I hope to never stop writing, no matter what.

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  1. Pls ohh…we need updates on this story

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