Presidential Son-in-law

CHAPTER NINE

Robert came out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist whistling loudly, his hair was wet and few strands of it glued to his face. There had been few not too obvious development on his body since he had that dream and woke up with a dragon tattoo on his arm.

He could feel an immense power surging in his body and his chest had become slightly bigger with his abs now tightened.

He laid on the bed and picked up the book that the old man, Mr. Lucian had given him, glancing through the pages, he could see a lot of things apart from the medicinal and flavor filled food, it was also filled with tips and how to dos of industries, there were more than one.

Robert lips stretched to a full smile, the number of times he had smiled today was a lot more than the times he had smiled in his entire life.

“I will come and find you when you are at the top, you are destined for greatness” the words of the man echoed in his head, the man had told just when he was about to leave.

“I am going to make it and trample upon my in-laws” he said with a folded fist and determination written all over his face.

He opened the book and stared at the first page, he saw a recipe on how to prepare a particular medicinal food. He sighed and frowned his face, all these things were all weird to him, he barely even know any ingredient in the kitchen not to talk of cooking.

His stomach felt his stomach grumble, he hadn't eaten anything since morning, he had been too happy to even think of food. His eyes went to the digital clock placed beside his bed.

"Forty-eight minutes past one!" He yelled out and his eyes widened in surprise.

He walked over to the phone that was placed at a corner of the room and dialed room service, the call was picked immediately and a beautiful melodious voice replied him from the other end of the line.

"Good day sir, room service here, how may we help you?" A calm feminine voice answered him.

"Umm... I would love to order lunch, what do you have available now?" Robert replied her.

"We have turkey burgers, chicken and fried rice, ham and swiss quesadilla, lentil soup, caramalized onion mushroom pizza, Mac and cheese, savory smoked salmon crepes..."

"Don't worry with that long list, I will just have chicken and fried rice" Robert said with a slight scoff, he was getting tired of hearing her call an endless list of meals, if he hadn't cut in, she might just keep on rambling and calling foods that he hadn't even heard of before.

"Room 426 needs chicken and fried rice delivered to his room right now" She said to someone who was probably standing beside her.

"Any other thing sir?"

"Add a bottle of red wine that have a low percent alcohol and a bucket of ice".

"We have different types of red wine that fits the description here, sir"

"Give me anyone that you would drink among them if it was you" Robert replied and hung up the call.

He walked back to the bed and put on a robe that was hung on the wall beside the bed as he was about to seat on the chair that was in the room, he heard a knock.

He groaned and went to open the door, a lad was standing with a trolley, a tray of food was placed on it, a bottle of red wine and a cup was laid beside it and a bucket of ice was placed in the huge space left.

"Good day sir, your order is here" the lad said, beaming with a smile, he was clad in a white long sleeve shirt, a black suit jacket and a neatly ironed black trouser.

Robert paved way for the lad to enter and arrange the food and drink on the table.

Robert pulled out two dollar notes from his drawer. "Your tip"

"Thank you sir" the lad collected it with a huge smile and bowed showing his appreciation.

"Thank you sir" the lad said before shutting the door.

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The media sure have a way of sniffing out news and gossips that would fetch then money and get the public talking.

Mr Derrick was seated in his office signing and going through some documents, he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in" he said.

"Sir, you have some visitors" his secretary peeked her head inside.

"From where?" Mr. Derrick said with a frown, he wasn't expecting anybody at all today and the only thing on his schedule was the meeting he have by four pm, which was just two hours and some minutes away.

"A representative and the manager of the Daniels group of company" his secretary replied him.

"Let them in! Let them in!" Mr. Derrick said as soon as he heard the name, they were one of the companies that he just signed a contract with.

"Good day Mr. Derrick" the younger man said, he was waking in with a briefcase in his hand. He was nearly dressed in a black suit, black tie, a blue shirt, a black trouser and a well polished black shoe.

The manager just walked in and sat on the chair, he was dressed on a pretty expensive suit from the Armani, they were one of the best in Italy.

Mr. Derrick shoved down his fear that had developed to the back of his mind, the fear had developed after seeing the manager with a Stern look.

"Rumors once rose up about how you and your family treat the poor in the past, less than a year ago until your daughter married a poor man and it has risen up again, this time people are starting to think the marriage between Cassy and her so called husband Robert or whatever he is being called is just a contract marriage to ward off the rumors." The manager said with a slight scoff.

"A video came out online but we managed to take it down before it got viral" the manager said, he opened his phone and played a video, then he slid it on the table to Mr. Derrick.

Mr Derrick picked up the phone and saw a video of Cassy slapping Robert in supermarket the day he went missing.

Mr Derrick gritted his teeth in anger, he had warned her severally about what she does in the public.

"I am sorry about this" he said with a bow, giving the phone back to the manager. "I will talk to her at home"

"You better do, if anything like this occur again, it will really be bad for business and I would suggest a video or a photo of her and her husband be posted online to show the public, that would dispel the rumors that are trying to rise again" the manager said and took his leave, with the representative following him behind.

"Fuck!" Mr. Derrick cussed, hitting the table with fury.