
Reflecting on the countless humiliations he had endured in the past four years, Manuel Rodriguez had little affection for his wife, Penelope Sullivan. Manuel knew about Penelope’s infidelity but he never let it bother him, though it did at first.
It was laughable that, as a live-in son-in-law for four years, his wife had never even allowed him to hold her hand. They had always slept in separate rooms, or rather, Manuel had always slept in the boys quarters but he never complained.
Manuel was no different from a maid.
Manuel had finished working for the day and picked up extra bunch of flowers to give to an old lady out of courtesy.
He went over to the maintenance shop to offset his bills and claim his rickety motorbike.
Manuel had given the flowers to the old lady who just happened to live in the next neighborhood after where his wife’s company was situated. He rode all the way, opposite his wife’s company and stopped for a moment as something or rather someone caught his rapt attention.
Manuel Rodriguez saw his wife walking out of the Sullivan Group building, arm in arm with a man.
“Harry, why are you back so suddenly?”
“I finished my business abroad and missed you so much. As soon as I returned, I came straight to find you…” As he spoke, Harry Armstrong had already impolitely groped Penelope’s buttocks.
“Harry… People might see us,” she chuckled. “You were abroad for so long and still remember me. I suppose you have a bit of conscience…”
The two walked arm in arm, intimately entering the Crystal Sky Hotel next to the Sullivan building.
Knowing about his wife’s infidelity was one thing but seeing it for himself was on another whole level.
It made him question his worth.
Manuel decide not to go home yet, parked his motorbike conveniently and began taking a stroll to clear his head.
Recalling the past four years, Penelope had never smiled at him, she always maintained an icy demeanor. Manuel had long understood that Penelope didn’t love him, but she was still his wife in legal sense. He never expected such a repulsive debauchery to lie beneath her aloof façade.
He couldn’t help but show a trace of self-mockery.
Endless anger, regret and pent-up emotions kept assaulting Manuel as he tried to maintain his cool and let it all out. At this point, he had strolled for several hours as nightfall had come.
Manuel screamed all loud into the night, trying to release the scary emotions that was threatening to engulf him. Soon, he felt better and decided to return home before the Sullivans make a fuss about him not arriving on time to make them dinner.
Manuel Rodriguez calmly returned home and was met with his belongings at the door.
A bit confused as to what was going on, he tried opening the door but it was futile. He kept knocking and knocking but no one responded. Not long after, he heard a mocking laughter coming from the front balcony. He stepped away from the door so he could tell whoever was there to let him in as the cold outside was threatening to kill him.
He caught sight of his mother-in-law and brother-in-law sneering at him from the balcony.
“What’s going on? The door is locked and my things are outside.”
His mother-in-law, Mary, quietly examining her nails said, “Yes the door is locked. We don’t welcome thieves into our home.”
Thieves?
Manuel had a puzzled look on his face as he couldn’t understand what Mary said.
“Oh, don’t act all surprised. My sister came home to a missing document. An important one to be precise and only you have access to her study when you clean,” his brother-in-law, Henry said with a smug smile.
Manuel was still confused, “I don’t have any idea of the document you’re talking about. Let me see my wife.”
Mary grinned, looking gleeful, “Now that’s where you’ve got it all wrong, boy. She has sent you the divorce papers, they should be on one of your bags and besides she’s too busy trying to create another contract.”
That was when Manuel noticed a file on one of his bags.
He picked it up to examine it and brought out the divorce papers with Penelope’s signature on it and an empty space waiting for his.
Manuel knew from the look on the face of his in-laws that they framed him. But what could he do? His wife didn’t even love him so what makes him think she’d believe him over her own parents?
Manuel Rodriguez was brought into the Sullivan family by Penelope’s father after saving his life and then handed his daughter’s hand in marriage to Manuel. But sickness took Mr. Sullivan a tad too early, shortly after their wedding and with no one to stop them, the Sullivan’s tried to inflict every possible pain in their own way on Manuel but he never once complained.
Knowing there was nothing to gain in such a loveless marriage, Manuel picked the pen in the file and signed it without any struggle and placed the file and the papers on the porch.
Seeing that Manuel signed without thinking twice, the mother and brother were a bit surprised as they expected him to grovel and beg.
Manuel picked up his bags and wandered off into the streets without any idea of where he was going.
At least he was a free man now…
He thought to himself.
Manuel settled on the sidewalk with his own thoughts and finally picked up his phone that had been ringing with the same unknown number for days now.
“Sir, the Rodriguez Enterprises is in great trouble especially with the passing of your father last week. His last wish was that you come take his place in the company. Please come home to deal with it,” the person on the other line said.
The Rodriguez was the most influential family in Colburn. At first Manuel had been the rightful heir.
But four years ago, somebody in the family wrongly accused him and claimed that he had embezzled the company’s funds. Therefore, his identity as their heir was eliminated.
Having the same surname with the Rodriguez, everyone else thought it was just a coincidence. Otherwise, how could a pauper like him belong to such a family even influential people could only dream of?
“Bullsh*t! The truth is that I have nothing but twenty dollars in my pocket. The family needs financial support. What’s the point of looking for me?” Manuel frowned.
“Sir, I’m begging you now. Please come back and help us! Didn’t you purchase some stocks of gold mine four years ago? Recently, information spread that there’s a great amount of gold in that mine. Now the stock of that gold has increased tremendously!”
“Now the company’s funding has been cut off and we need your help immediately. Otherwise, the whole family is ruined!”
Manuel furrowed his brows.
He seemed stunned. During that year, he did invest tens of millions of dollars on that gold mine. It was also the reason why they claimed he had embezzled the company’s funds and was disowned.
The next moment, Manuel swiftly fished out a black blank card. That card had been abandoned for four years.
He soon contacted the 24-hour customer service hotline requesting that they check the balance in his account.
The person on the line sounded shocked, voice faltered for a moment, “Sir… the balance in your account is so tremendous that it’s been locked away for safety purposes. I couldn’t check for you given my position. I’ll go and apply for it now. May I call you back in a short while?”
“No problem,” Manuel hung up at once.
He immediately burst into laughter in the eerie and quiet night.
He invested in that just for fun. He never expected such a huge surprise.
Manuel didn’t even know how much he owned now.
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Chapter 62
The elevator doors slid open onto the executive floor, Manuel stepped out without slowing. Gavin matched his pace, a brown file tucked beneath his arm, neither of them spoke.The corridor was quieter than usual. Most of the senior executives were either in meetings or had already left for lunch. The only sound came from the faint tapping of computer keys somewhere beyond the reception area.A polished brass nameplate caught Gavin's eye, ‘Chairman's Office,’ and beside it sat another, ‘Helen Lawson- Executive Assistant to the Chairman’. The office door stood half open, Helen looked up from her desk the moment their footsteps reached her. Her face immediately brightened, “Mr. Rodriguez,” she rose immediately. “It's good to see you.” Manuel simply offered a polite nod, “Good afternoon, Helen.” Her attention shifted to Gavin, “And Mr. Shaw.” A warm smile spread across her face, “I was beginning to think you'd forgotten where this office was.”Gavin chuckled, “I've been keeping busy.”“So
Chapter 61
The boardroom doors stood open and Manuel slowed his pace as he approached. Inside, only one chair was occupied. Chairman Theodore Blackwood sat near the window, a porcelain teacup resting on its saucer. Afternoon light settled over his silver hair, softening the deep lines around his eyes. He looked less like the chairman of a multibillion-naira corporation and more like someone's grandfather enjoying a quiet afternoon.He looked up as Manuel entered, “There you are.” His voice carried the same warmth it always had. “I was beginning to think you'd forgotten an old man.” Manuel managed a faint smile, “I've been occupied.”“So I've heard,” Theodore gestured to the chair opposite him. “Sit.” Manuel sat down and neither of them spoke immediately, Theodore poured another cup of tea and slid it across the polished table, “You look like you haven't been sleeping properly.” Manuel wrapped a hand around the warm cup, “I've had a few things on my mind especially concerning the company.”The ch
Chapter 60
The archive room which smelled of old paper, dust drifted through narrow beams of afternoon light that slipped between the blinds. Metal shelves stretched from one end of the room to the other, each lined with neatly labeled storage boxes that had not been touched in years. Gavin ran a finger along one of the labels before pulling the box free, ‘Board Meetings... Four Years Ago.’ He carried it to the long table in the center of the room and lifted the lid.There were folders, minutes, attendance sheets and voting records. Everything had been preserved with almost obsessive care. He slipped on a pair of cotton gloves before opening the first folder. On opening it, there was nothing, the second, still nothing. A quiet sigh escaped Gavin because he knew hours of work awaited him.---Upstairs, Manuel sat motionless, the recording remained paused. Alistair stood frozen beside the projector, the corner of a single sheet peeking from the blue proposal folder. Manuel zoomed in again, but sti
Chapter 59
The office had emptied by the time Manuel reopened the laptop. The steady hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room. Outside, evening painted long shadows across the courtyard. Most employees had gone home hours ago. A few lights still burned on the lower floors, but the executive wing had fallen silent. Gavin was at his desk arranging Manuel’s schedule for the next day as Manuel had quite a number of meetings the following day.Manuel rested his hand on the mouse, the archived recording waited on the screen, ‘Board Meeting – Project 608’ and he clicked on it. The loading circle spun once before dissolving into the familiar boardroom, the video was dated four years earlier. The camera overlooked the entire conference room from one corner of the ceiling and the younger version of himself sat at the head of the table. His suit was darker, his expression harder.Around him, the board members settled into their seats, exchanging quiet greetings before folders began opening
Chapter 58
Brandon walked into Manuel’s office just after Alistair left. The photograph Alistair had left behind still lay beside the folder, Manuel picked it up for a moment before sliding it back into the folder and then he looked at Brandon, “Was just about to call you.”“Does the program still work because it has been dormant for a while?” A small smile tugged at Brandon’s lips, “Trust me.” He pulled the laptop closer and the screen lit with a pale blue glow. A password and then another, then a black window replaced the desktop and lines of text appeared one after the other. Gavin walked around the desk, “I’ve never understood any of this.”“You don’t have to,” Brandon replied as his fingers moved quickly across the keyboard. The cursor blinked, he inputted another command, followed by one more command and then, the screen refreshed. Rows of timestamps filled the monitor as Manuel folded his arms across his chest, “When was the last attempt?”Brandon didn’t answer immediately, his eyes move
Chapter 57
“No worries sir, I’d just send for him.” Gavin said and went out, returning a few minutes later.The knock came exactly five minutes later and the door opened with Alistair stepping inside. He stopped when he saw the office, Manuel sitting behind his desk and Gavin by the window. When he was sent for, he had spent a lot of time masking his emotions properly before coming to face Manuel even though he had no idea why he was being sent for. His eyes swept over them once before returning to Manuel. “You wanted to see me.”“Sit,” Manuel said.Alistair remained standing for a second, then he pulled out the chair and sat. The office fell quiet and Manuel just slid a photograph across the desk. Alistair’s hand froze, not for long but just a second and then he looked up, “Where did you get that?”“My question first. Who’s she to you?” Manuel asked calmly.Silence filled the office as the photograph remained between them. A woman smiled up at the ceiling, one hand hooked through Alistair’s arm
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