365 days as a Billionaire

Riccardo flung the medical result papers in a rage; he couldn’t handle the pain anymore. He was trying hard to console himself but nothing was working.

The Doctor’s words flashed back in a rush to his head, 

“You have a year at most to live, I will send the test result to your office tomorrow morning. Don’t worry about it sir, with the best of care and attention we’ll make sure you have adequate treatment that’ll guarantee your safety for the next six month before you start experiencing any form of uncontrollable difficulty”.

“You’re suffering from a rare cancerous disease, and it has no cure, I said that earlier, I’d advise you sign the treatment required papers so we can start the process. I will forward it with the Test results”. 

“Excuse me sir? Are you listening?” Asked the doctor

Riccardo was absent minded, he stretched out his hand to shake the doctor, he couldn’t look him in the face.

“You mean I will have to die at 54”? “I’d be 54 next month you know”? ” I heard you say cancerous”? “How”!? he said nonstop and rapidly.

“I have lived all my life being healthy, I don’t drink, smoke or even party hard”

“Why do you think I look this good at 54? There has to be a mistake somewhere Dr. Benjamin”.

“I can’t die now it’s unfair, I’m just getting started with my life, ok I have….”

Riccardo couldn’t complete the last statement, tears flooded his eyes;

The flashback ended and he was back to the present. The letter had arrived and it put him out of place, it was true he has only a few more days to live.

He stood up from his seat, picked up the test results he threw away; he squeezed the papers together and hid it in his safe.

Riccardo rested his head on his office table, crying himself to sleep.

“Sir it’s time to go home, sir Riccardo you ride is here”, she said

He tiredly turned around to see who woke him up back to his pain; sleep has been his saving place. It was Christabelle his secretary.

Riccardo got inside his ride after taking almost all the time in the world walking slowly and weakly, “Sir do you have a change in plan or I should go ahead with your instruction from yesterday’s night” Sebastian his driver asked him.

“No, we’ll stick to the plan” Riccardo said.