Mike stood rooted on the spot, astonished by what he had just seen for he couldn’t believe his eyes and with the thought that perhaps he was hallucinating, he walked over to where she stood and planted a small smile on his face to mask his confusion, then when he was close enough, he called her name softly and placed his hand gently on her back. “Sweetheart, I have been trying to reach you all day, but you haven’t been reachable—” “Ahemmm…” she coughed and gently pulled away, which he noticed, but chose to ignore. “Mike” she squeaked and looked around nervously as if waiting for a bomb to explode, “H—happy birthday.” He ignored her again and asked with a straight face, “I have been trying to reach you all day—” He was interrupted by the sound of glass clinking and everyone paused in what they were doing and turned to the direction of the noise which came from the podium where Mr Stewart stood holding a glass of champagne and a steak knife. “Hello everyone” he announced w

Mike landed painfully in a puddle, just outside the building huge gates and with his expensive suit stained and tattered, he wondered what kind of luck he had for everything to be taken from him, on his twenty sixth birthday, the day he should have had everything.“Damn! Damn! Damn!” He cursed angrily as he wiped off the excess dirt stuck on his suit and he looked up at the iron gates, wondering if it was all a dream, for yesterday he had been on the twentieth floor, in his luxurious office with Simeon and Richard, who were his friends at that time.Yesterday, he was being congratulated by the people that planned to over throw him, that had been jealous of him for so long…that had been sleeping with his girlfriend for years behind his back.The bile in his stomach increased and he hurried off to throw up the contents at the side of the road, ignoring the stares of pedestrians as they crossed over to the other side of the road as if he were a mental patient and judging from his looks,

“Beep….beep…beep…”The alarm blared loudly, thereby waking up a sleeping Mike as he reluctantly got down from his bed with a wide yawn plastered on his face and was about doing his morning stretches, when suddenly he froze.“What the hell?!” He exclaimed and rushed back to his bed so he could sit, for he didn’t trust standing…not just yet.Mike stretched out his hands gingerly and raised in feet up in shock, wondering what was happening, for he could still remember what had happened to him at the Bio-tech group, when he went to lay a complaint. He was being beaten up mercilessly and his limbs, broken with no one stopping to help him. He rushed to his phone to check the date and was shocked yet again to see that the encounter had happened two days ago.He had been asleep for two days.Now, what is happening? How did he get here? He looked at his pajamas and his skin, healed of all bruises and wondered if this was sorcery….Then suddenly….a robotic voice sounded at the back of his head,

Ding!With shaky hands, mike pulled out his phone from his trouser pocket and was utterly shocked to see a notification from his bank…Acc number xxxx6928credit alert…Amount received: 100,000,000.He stood rooted on the spot, stunned, as he stared at the notification on his phone and wondered if they was something at play here, for he couldn’t just receive an hundred million over night, what will he tell the FBI and other authorities, if he is seen spending money lavishly after been kicked out from his workplace?“Austra is this real?” He asked breathlessly as he continued to stare at the notification.[Yes Micheal…it is real…you have just been credited with a hundred million dollars, to all be spent before the next reward….]“Ok…ok…I have a hundred million to be spent lavishly…how should I spend the money” Mike thought to himself as he walks out of the apartment, and then suddenly, an idea struck him…Shopping.Minutes later he entered a luxurious department store, which is the mos

“Two hundred coins?” Mike asked breathlessly as he stared at the static screen which had been glued to his vision. “….and that will be two hundred million dollars.”“Sir?” the accountant asked with her eyebrow raised in question.“Sorry” mike replied hurriedly and asked, “Please where is ward nine? I wish to see Mr Anderson.”“It’s the second room by your right” she pointed at a direction for him to take, which he did after he thanked her and minutes later, he knocked on a brown oak door, bearing the number nine and enters gingerly, not wanting to wake up the little girl who had been placed under medical machines and drip, and Mr Anderson noticing him, stood up quietly to make way for him to seat.“No Mr Anderson, you didn’t have to” Mike mumbled and tried to lead the old man back to his chair, but he refused and insisted Mike take it, while he seat gingerly on the hospital bed, beside his sleeping daughter.“Here is your daughter’s hospital bill receipt” mike said calmly as he handed