Return Of The Tycoon Billionaire

Chapter 9

Nixon Holdings transformed into one of the fastest, rising real estate firms in the country. Within the space of a year.

Every company in the country wants to associate with them or even get to collaborate with Nixon Holdings.

The company's growth astounded everyone and was the talk of top organisations in the country and other countries.

It was hard to get hold of President,.which everyone assumed was a millionaire ghost.

He chooses the company he wants to get tangled with personally and refuses any other offer that comes up.

Vincent Price slapped his hand on the smooth surface of the desk in Cross Venture’s conference room 

“This is the third time that Nixon Holdings would be refusing an alliance with us. Does he know who we are.” His words dropped like acid.

“He should be grateful that we are reaching out to him instead, many real estate companies would fall flat just to align with Cross Ventures.”

The shareholders that were present in the board room murmured amongst themselves.

Adriana was seated at the right hand of Vincent.

She noticed how unstable Vincent was as he continuously drummed his fingers on the table.

“Why don't we call this meeting to order for now.”

The other shareholders agreed with a nod of their heads and left the conference room one after the other.

Vincent swiped the tablet and other files before him aggressively to the ground.

“Damn it.” He thundered.

Adriana touched his arm gently.

“You need to calm down, the shareholders don't have to see how disoriented you are.”

Vincent chewed on his lower lip in fury.

“Nixon Holdings, why does it have to be that company? Let's move on. I'm sure we'd get it once we bribe the right officials.”

Adriana shook her head

“You and I know that it's not going to work, I am equally frustrated by their constant refusal to work with us. But we can't give up, not when we have huge projects on the ground.”

Vincent closed his eyes, took steady calm breaths in quick succession.

The act seemed to calm his frayed nerves.

“Okay, I'll have my assistant draft up a letter, we'd send it to Nixon Holdings via email and see if they'd actually give us a chance this time.”

“That's the spirit,” Adriana cupped his cheek.

Vincent tapped the table softly.

“I don't know what I'd do without you, probably lose my mind.” He chuckled wryly.

Adrian sat on the table, her skirt hitched up a bit as she bent to lock lips with Vincent.

The door to the conference room burst open.

The two of them jerked up in shock. They didn't expect anyone to rush in so abruptly.

It was just Vincent's secretary, she had a tablet clutched to her chest and she was panting like someone who just did a marathon race

Vincent's eyes grew dark when he realized she was the one that almost caused him a heart attack.

“I hope you have a solid reason for barging in, or kiss your job goodbye.”

The secretary's breath came in easily as she tried to steady herself.

With one hand raised up holding the tablet, she almost choked on the words

“Nixon Holdings.” She breathed.

“Nixon Holdings finally agreed to have an audience.”

Vincent and Adriana’s face lit up right away.

This was the news they had been waiting for, for the last five months.

All methods used in getting Nixon Holdings proved abortive.

They hugged each other tightly and jumped like little kids around the conference room

“Wow, darling. The moment is finally here.”

Vincent exclaimed.

Adrian joined in the excitement as well.

“Yes, Nixon has never agreed on a meeting with any company. Cross Ventures would be the first ever.”

 Vincent told his secretary to schedule a meeting for whatever time Nixon would be comfortable with

They planned to go all out in pleasing their soon to be partners.

The meeting was scheduled during the weekend in the most luxurious hotel in the city.

Vincent was present alongside Adriana.

They booked the exquisite conference room in the hotel just for the meeting and arrived very early.

Vincent kept glancing at his watch every five minutes.

His gaze never left the entrance of the conference room.

No one showed up for the next hour.

Vincent was already tugging at his tie in frustration.

“This is bullshit, do you think he'd show up? I mean, no one even knows what he looks like.”

“A little bit of patience my love, no other company has secured a meeting with him, ever. I heard from my sources that he's an old man who got lucky.”

“Thats perfect for us, we can easily get him to agree to our terms.”

The door swung open majestically.

In came a young lady with, looking very elegant in sleek expensive suit, and perfume that serenaded the air.

Adriana tried not to look too interested in her outfit.

They expected a man not a woman.

“Cross Ventures?” The woman asked.

There was no apology for the late arrival.

The next seconds ushered in a man, well cut hair and a nice looking pair of glasses adorned his face

With every step he took, he exuded a powerful magnetism.

His onlookers had their jaws wide open in awe.

He was not the old man Adriana had heard of.

He was a man in his mid thirties, and his aura depicted someone who controlled a vast amount of wealth.

Not just some lucky dude who hit it big on the real estate market.

Vincent quickly extended his hand for a handshake.

“You must be Mr Nixon.”

The man who was was already standing inches away from Vincent stared briefly at the outstretched hand

Shook it really tight before letting it go 

The man removed his glasses and stared at Adriana for a minute.

There was a tense silence as his eyes observed her full frame

“It's good to see you again, Ana.”

Adriana's head snapped

Only one person called her that

“Lucian?”