THE BILLIONAIRE TRIPLETS WANT ME!

Alfred's fingers furiously danced around on the keyboard as his eyeballs danced around in their sockets with it.

Droplets of sweat dripped down his forehead and some gathered at the center of his forehead. He would have wiped them off...but he's just too busy to do that.

"GRRRR! GRRRR!!" The telephone also dances furiously waiting for its owner to pick it up.

"Yes Alfred Morrison speaking...not to worry Mr Cliff...I'll be there before noon. Yeah, their presentation is still on...give us one more chance..." He continues speaking to the telephone while the door opens and his secretary walks in.

She makes a slight bow and then drops some files on the table.

"Yeah...we'll sort it out...have a pleasant day Mr Cliff" he disconnects the call.

"These are the files for the new recruitments you asked for...this is the original copy of the new brand...and this is the contract from OASIS Foundation. And these are the complaints from the protesters" she gestures to different flies on his desk.

"Alright you may go...and get the car ready we're leaving in five minutes," Alfred said his eyes glued to the laptop not giving her a look.

"Yes sir" Belinda the secretary bowed before exiting his office.

Within three minutes he rounded up what he was doing. Took a quick look at some files then took his laptop.

He wore his business suit and headed out of his office. His secretary was already waiting.

"Juliana Walter will arrive from France at 5:00 pm tomorrow"

"Have you set up an appointment with her?" They chatted as they headed to the elevator.

"I did but she insisted on you coming...she won't see anybody else except you"

"I can't...I'm busy"

"So is she. That's what she says" Belinda replied and Alfred sighed.

"We can just look up another model sir"

"No...it has to be her...tell her I'll meet her"

"Yes sir..."

*****

"...Radiating skin and the best you could ever invest in" Alfred finished his presentation with a stamped smile across his face. The investors clapped.

"That's good but Mr. Morrison with the current situation on the ground now I think it'll be best to be careful" one of the investors Mr. Spain said.

"I promise you you won't certainly regret it, Mr. Spain"

"You know I trust you...but I just can't seem to trust your products after the last incident...money isn't easy to make...if one is doing charity then it should be clear don't you think?" He raised his brow while Alfred adjusted his glasses.

"My fellow friends, what do you think?" Mr Spain faced the other investors.

They began murmuring.

"Mr Morrison I certainly believe your judgment but as Mr Spain here said...the risk is kind of high," Mrs Albert said.

"And to think you aren't over the crises yet...I think you should put this on hold for now" Mr Smith added.

"Or better still sell it. We can discuss this between ourselves Mr Morrison" Mr Spain smirked.

"I know all your fears and I promise to do the right thing. Don't fret...this is a good business plan you don't wanna miss out on! I'm gonna go through with it. I'm meeting Juliana Walter tomorrow for the contract signing"

" Juliana Walter?"

"The French model?"

"Yeah...she's gonna model this product...so I assure you...everything is all fine...as for the crises...very soon it'll all be cleared off...it certainly won't get in the way of the new product...we already talked to OASIS FOUNDATION also...and they seems like they wanna work together with us for the new product...I think it'll be quite a big hit" Alfred convinced while some investors just cleared their throats.

"So...now shall we proceed? We should discuss the pros and cons..." The meeting continues.

****

He walks into the factory with his usual cold aura emitting from him. The place became cold instantly and the nervous workers all scampered away in fear back to their respective positions. The ones who had seen him from afar quickly ran to alert others.

"Red code! Red code!! HE'S HERE!" Immediately the workers heard this without any hesitation they returned being the most serious working workers one could ever see. Of course, they should or it'll earn them their only way of survival. They surely don't want that. No one does.

"The goods?" He asked balancing his golden wristwatch properly on his wrist.

"Everything on track sir?" The fidgeting supervisor replied nervously and he nodded.

He walks around the factory inspecting the men as they work. He nodded in satisfaction. He turned to leave the men breathing out in relief secretly but suddenly he swiveled on his heels and walked into a corner...and right there...he saw it. Another prey. He smirks walking towards it. The supervisor bit his lower lips and rushed after him.

"Get up! The president is here..." The supervisor kicked the middle-aged man who was fast asleep. He opens his eyes grumpily on seeing the president he leaped up.

"Wel...wel..come sir" the middle-aged man stammered and bowed.

"It's hard isn't it?" Hardin asked, looking around.

"No...not at all," the man shakes his head.

"No it's okay I understand...working in a factory twenty-four hours nonstop...you barely get any sleep.... it must be extremely hard esp at your age"

"It was a mistake...for...give me president...it won't happen again"

"Yeah it won't...it shouldn't right?" He faced the supervisor.

"How much is your salary?"

"Sir...me? 200_"

"Then I guess you'll have to manage your budget well this month since you'll be getting half" he cuts in.

"Sir!" His eyes dilated

"Send him home...let him sleep more" Hardin dropped the bomb. The man swiftly went on his knees.

"No...no sir...please pardon me...I was too exhausted that's why...I really won't do it again...give me one last chance" the man begged, clutching onto his trouser.

"You know what I hate most right?" Hardin asked the supervisor.

"Excuses?" The supervisor replied.

Hardin smiles facing the man

"My regards to your family...tell them how I saved you from dying of exhaustion here at the factory" he kicked his hand on his trousers away taking his leave.

"You people won't be the end of me seriously...how could you sleep?" The supervisor gritted.

"Matt...help me beg him he'll listen to you" the man pleaded.

"You can say that after cutting my salary into two? Move" he nudged the man aside and ran after Hardin.

The remaining workers didn't even bother paying attention to them. They all faced their work, to avoid getting fired also; as they went through hoops to be hired.

"How long has he been sleeping?" Hardin asked as he walked out of the factory together with the supervisor.

"I heard fifteen minutes sir?"

"You know...within that fifteen minutes millions can be gained as well as lost. That fifteen minutes is more than enough to bring down a company you've been building for fifteen years...I don't keep lazy and irresponsible people as my allies...just so you know next time it won't just end with your salary...the goods"

"They'll be arriving next week"

"Make it three days"

"Sir? But sir...the distance betwe_"

Hardin stops and faces him.

"You can't?"

"No sir...it'll arrive in three days"

"Good...go...go back to work...or better still to sleep" he smirks patting him on the shoulder before leaving.

"That...what does he take me for? Three days? Will I perform magic or what?! That rotten d**k HEY! YOU AND MY FIRST SON ARE MATES!!!" The supervisor yelled after making sure his car had left the factory.

"Eish!" He kicked the air.

****

Jesse sat on the couch with Jem, his latest girlfriend in town; while she rubbed his chest softly. They're having a slumber party at her house.

Sharon, Jesse's girlfriend's little sister, catwalks to and fro shaking her little hips to his face.

Jesse smiles and gulps down his wine. After some minutes Sharon heads upstairs with Jesse's eyes following her.

"Enjoying the party?" Jem asked and Jesse smiled.

"I'm gonna use the restroom real quick"

"Should I follow you?"

"I'm all yours for the night...I'll be back" he winks and heads upstairs with his face plastered with a knowing smirk. However, she was gone by the time he reached upstairs.

He was confused about which room was hers. Still looking around, a hand drags him inside a room he smirks knowing who it is.

On getting inside he smashed his lips on hers voraciously, his tongue slid into her mouth, swiping with hers, their saliva mixing, their mouth dripping.