CHAPTER 6

Wayne's POV

Questions were popping in by the beautiful journalist, she is beautiful with long brown hair that cascades beneath her back, she has pink lips that give a perfect description of her beauty. She is light-skinned as she possesses a captivating brown-muddy eye. 

With her innocent smile exposing she asked me a question, I tried restraining my anger “of course a secret is a secret” I replied, I knew this show was a set up to disrupt the plan between I and the Manson oil company.

“And, that will be the end of the show. My name is Arianna Fletcher, good bye and have a nice day” the lights went off and the recording also.

I stood up immediately anger boiling inside of me and veins already visible, I really needed to see the host in charge of this show, how did my company plans leak out.

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“Lead me to your boss'' I yelled at the camera man, with all my veins protruding even more.

“Ohh, ok..kay you m..mean Mr Kim” I cut in, “take me to him now!!, I yelled yet again.

“Alright” he nodded, fear visibly showing on his face.

He led me to the front of his office. Just when I was about to give a to the door, the anchor Arianna came out.

Many thoughts ran through my mind, “should I ask her who sent her” I whispered to myself, all of a sudden.

“Come back here” I ordered, at first she stood still before turning towards me, my face looking stern as always..

“Who sent you? I asked her immediately.

“Huh?” she asked, visibly confused.

“Don't act as if you don't know what I am talking about” I replied tickling my hands into my pocket while she scoffed.

“Who do you think you are? To approach me in that manner” she replied.

“Don't you know who I am?”

“I know you are the richest” with two hands mocking the word “billionaire” she replied unhinged.

“,shit, I hate when people get on my nerves” I pointed my hand to her “if you are not careful I'm getting you and your boss sued” I directly barged into his office, he was on a phone call with someone, upon seeing me he triggered in shock.

“I …..w..ill..call you back” he stammered and hung up the call.

Looking at my face in fear, “now tell me what the hell is going on, where did that question come from? I asked him.

Almost immediately my phone rang, it was Marc, my lawyer, I picked up the call “don't do anything Mr Knight, I know you are angry now, but you need to come and let's discuss” I hung up not moved by what he said.

“Shit” I whispered, how did he know what I was about doing.

“Hello Mr Knight” Mr Kim said with a clown smile.

“I need every detail of the anchor who questioned me, with immediate effect” I asked him

“Is that all you need” 

“Don't you dare ask me one more time again” I replied flaring my eyebrows, he grabbed his keyboard in front of him typing something on his computer.

“Sent” he said with a broad smile, my phone notification popped in, I opened it to confirm.

“Bitch” I walked away, going towards my car 

I entered into my convoy, I dialed Marc's number..

“Where do we meet” I questioned him

“I'm at the bar..” before he could finish his sentence I cut the call, I was expecting that from him always in the bar as usual.

“Drive me to the red bar” I told my driver..

“Okay sir”

I brought out my phone and looked at the information sent to me by Kim, “she is damn pretty” I whispered to myself, I didn't know when that escaped from my mouth, I cleared my throat, a sense of familiarity showed.

I was trying to recollect where I had seen her before, I got pissed and threw the phone to the other seat of the car.

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We drove into the red bar, music was sounding from the entrance.

I entered the bar, my presence drawing as much attention as I walked to Marc's favorite seat spot.

“Hello” he waved at me, I walked up to him and sat down.

“Tell me, what are we going to do” I asked him

“It seems the media are working for my enemies” I added curiously.

“Of course, your enemies won't want you to succeed” he put the cigar into his mouth while smoking it…

“So what do you think I should do” I asked him

“To can a monkey you behave like a monkey” he sparked in parables, I scoffed

“How can I do that” 

“Marry your enemy” those words sounded like a triggering bullet to me.

“Marry my enemy” I repeated the word

“That is how you can get your enemy otherwise they will get you” 

“You see that girl who anchored you today?, I smell innocence in her,I checked all of the workers there, I found out she was the new girl and they took advantage of her ignorance” he said 

“Hmm, I see”, most times Marc might be after business but apart from that, his brilliancy is top notch.

“So should we make the girl our target” I asked

“A win win for you, marry her present her to Manson oil as your fiance, she will protect you in the media, having someone like her is better, than putting a spy there, they can change anytime, but once love is involve a woman would do anything to protect her lover”  

“How do I do it, I can't just go to BBC and ask for her hand in marriage” 

“Figure out a way, Mr Knight, and let's get this damn contract, so I can make some money,” he said, smoking the cigar in his hand and puffing out smokes.

“I know your own interest is about the profit you get” I chuckled as he laughed out loud.

“Thank you for knowing” he grabbed the glass of alcohol and gulp it down.

“A big party is going on in new York, I think you should have received your invitation by now” 

“What invitation” I asked, I opened my phone and checked.

I smacked my lips, I had no idea a billionaire party was going on in New York where business companies come together to pull off.

“I think I need to get a new Valentino suit” 

“But you have numerous suit why did you want to get another one” Marc asked

“Because I'm rich and I can afford that” I smirked.