Walking god

There was a pin drop silence in the board room as though there was no one in, but in reality there were sixteen people seated in the room round the long meeting table; five on each side and one sitting at the end.

There was about three feet gap between the man at the table end and the other board members, as though he was a different specie from them.

He was busy typing speedily on his phone as they Waited for him, he was twirling a pen in his right hand and although he carried a fearful aura the female board members, couldn’t resist admiring his gorgeous sight.

He wore a perfect curly hairstyle, but it hasn’t been styled for a while, thus a few strands flopped forward, stopping just below his brows giving him a sexy messy look. His brows were nicely carved though he was looking downwards his long lashes could be seen.

He was putting on a navy blue Armani hug shirt which was rolled up at the sleeves, revealing his sculpted abs and muscled chest.

His suit had long been tossed aside as the first two buttons of his shirt werent hooked and there was a visible tattoo on his chest which led downwards making the ladies quiver in delight; although he is twenty seven, he commanded an irrefutable aura.

Suddenly, he dropped his phone and looked at the people in the board room sternly “begin” he said reclining backwards on the seat.

The young woman in her early twenties, who had lost herself to staring at him staggered up from her seat, she blinked severally as she arranged the files in front of her alongside trying to get herself together.

“The stock price of Resse Dame had risen by 10% there was about 20% profit in the last month” she said passing a file to him.

“Next” he said calmly

“The Merchandise arrived by the sea shore yesterday and our factory has started work” another man said standing up.

“Next” Rodriguez said cutting him off as he continued twirling the pen in his hand.

The only response given was silence to which he raised his eyes to look at the board members and noticed that they were in a state of panic.

“Next” he repeated himself once more but this time his eyes narrowing at them.

A woman in her thirties stood up her hands evidently shaky, the other members heads were bowed because they knew what was to follow her announcement.

“Skies company gained an extra 10% of chanel's shares , making them among the top 10 highest shareholders”

The pen twirling in his hand froze immediately and his eyes went to the woman that just made the announcement; her head was bent and her hands holding onto the file for support , her face was already pale with fear and there were beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“What did you just say?” Rodriguez sat upright in his seat;his brows

narrowing;

There was pin-drop silence in the large room,as the board members held their

breaths;

"Who sold those shares?! He asked,his voice ringing in the room;no_one could

respond.

"Don't make me repeat myself;else this would be the last day you set your foot in

this company." His chest was rising and falling heavily,his

eyes were already dark with rage;

Knowing that he meant every single word he said;they stood up immediately;

"They...they bought the stocks from the lowest shareholders,offering them at almost double the price,which was almost irresistible." The Chief Accountant said,his head bent

low

Rodriguez rage was nearly bursting

through his veins,he grabbed a pencil

holder beside him and flung it across the

table;

"Get outl! All of youl! Get out!"

He screamed at them with rage as he stood up from the seat,they instantly scrambled out of the room;leaving him red with rage.

His assistant was plastered to the wall behind him;he wished he could leave too. but that was not possible,he needed his permission to leave.

Rodriguez breathed heavily,his head bent and fists on the table.

He was so angry,he needed someone to vent it on;turning around he saw his assistant fidgeting,almost hugging the wall

"Come here Martin! Come here!!" Martin hopped speedily to where Nicklaus a

standing;

"Did you know about this?!" He glared at him;riling a file towards him;

Martin narrowly escaped a cut as the file breezed past his face;he turned and picked up the file but didn't respond.

....

It was a cold evening, he was playing with his sister and they played hide and seek; it was his turn to hide,and he knew the one place where she wouldn't find him was in his parents' room;so he sneaked into their room, his parents were taking a nap

His Dad had his hand around his mom, he could still remember the flower petals on the gown she wore, the yellow roses on the quilt,not a single memory of that day had blurred,they were still inscribed in his memories.

Tip toeing gently,he found his way to the wardrobe and hid a boyish grin on his face as he thought of a million places his younger sister would look for him in their comfy cottage.

He could still hear her distant counts;she was almost nearing ten,and he was eager to win this time;when suddenly she stops counting at eight.

Thinking she might have stopped because she wanted to get him before he finds a place to hide,he smiled to himself she won't ever think of their parents' wardrobe

There was still a grin on his face when suddenly the doors to the room pulled open and he heard footsteps march in, three armed men,wearing all black and a mask over their faces stepped inside,then there was a clanking of heels

His brows furrowed as he wondered what they were doing in his parents' room and then he saw her; Sarah Smiles he could never forget the smirk on her lips when she stepped into the room.

She walked to where his parents lay and woke them up his father stirred and turned to look at her.

He sat up in shock,his mom followed suit.

"Surprise!"She said,her hands in the air and a wicked smile on her lips;