Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
"Mr. Mohammad will see you now" the secretary announced before walking back to her station. I stood up and approached the familiar large brown door. 
Without knocking I opened it and walked towards the man that stood between my company and I.
"Ah, Abubakar, welcome. How are you?" he asked, I ignored his question, my jaw clenched.

"Would you mind explaining why I got a call from my bank today notifying me that my account has been frozen?" I grated, glaring at him. He chuckled; he had the nerve to chuckle. 

"Well, seeing as you don't work in this company I don't see why you should enjoy the benefits." 

"This is my company; you have no right to do this." I shouted, slamming my palms on the table. His expression darkened, his lips pressed into a thin line. 
"And you think you have the right to spend close to a million naira on a party? Your parents entrusted me with their estates and that includes this company until I certify that you are worthy of it and last night's actions confirms my thoughts. You are reckless and incapable of ever running this company. You are nothing but a disgrace to your parents' good name and as long as I live you will never get control of this organization until you get yourself together. Now get out of my office before I call security."

If looks could kill, I was sure he would have been 6 feet under.
 "This is my company, I will sue you for it" I threatened.

He laughed 
"Go ahead, let's see who will be on the losing side" 
I hissed and walked out, slamming the door and earning a look from the secretary. I shot her a glare making her turn back to her laptop.  The elevator dinged and I got in leaning against the steel wall. I curled my hands into fists, tempted to go back to the office and beating him up.
I exhaled trying to control the anger in me. The elevator opened at the ground floor and I made my way out of the building. The hot Abuja sun making me blinding me for a few second, I pulled out my sunglasses and slid them on as I walked over to my car. 
I got in, staring at the wheel. I could feel the anger bubbling over; I growled hitting the leather covered steering wheel.
This was my company, my inheritance, he had absolutely no right to keep it away from me!!!  

I started the car and peeled out of the parking lot. I could hear the shouts of people but I didn't give a shit. I weaved in and out of traffic; with no clear destination in mind. 
I didn't want to go home and there was no way in hell I was going into work, the least they could do was give me a query. With that in mind, I decided to head to Apple Boulevard; I needed some shisha to clear my head.
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I arrived there in record time and parked before making my way into the building, I could see people admiring my car. A smirk crawled onto my lips, I didn't blame them, it was the latest Mercedes Benz S class and I was pretty sure there are only five of it in Abuja. I sat down and immediately a waiter approached me. 
"Welcome back sir. Would you like your usual mix?" he asked.

I nodded bringing out my phone as he left. There were several missed calls from different girls that I couldn't be bothered to reply. Swiping most of them away, I paused noticing one from Najma, grinning, I immediately dialed her number. 

"Hello Najma" I greeted smiling.

"Abba, how are you? You're so scarce these days" 

"Sorry, I've just been busy." I explained.

"Busy doing what? Hoping from one club to another" she asked, her voice flat. I groaned, tilting my head up so I was staring at the ceiling.

Can't I get a break?

"Najma please..." 

"I didn't call to berate you, I just wanted to check up and see whether you were alive since you've forgotten about us." 

"Najm..." 

"Anyway, I have to go, my work break is over. Good bye Abba and don't be a stranger." with that she hung up. I sighed, tossing the phone on the table. 

The waiter came back with the shisha pot and pipe. I watched him mix it to my specifications before leaving. I inhaled deeply before breathing it out; the smoke evaporated into the air.