THE BILLIONAIRES' CLUB

I stare down angrily at the paper spread in front of me. They fucking had my name spread all over it. I heard someone walk in and I lift my head up to see Jeanie, my assistant.

‘Why am I reading this Jeanie?’ I say furiously flinging the paper across to her. She dodged and the paper flew sideways, out of the door.

  She looks at me obviously terrified and shrieks. I roll my eyes angrily. 

‘Why do they say our company is bankrupt? Is someone lying to the press about me?!’

 What a way to start a wonderful Monday morning! What a way! I know, I am twenty five minutes late to work but that is all because I had a hangover from last night. And so naturally I woke up late. It was a hustle to get to work and when I did arrive to my office, what did I see? A newspaper waiting for me with W.D PLC BANKRUPT!

 THAT’S A FUCKING LIE! I AM A FUCKING BILLIONAIRE AND IN A COUPLE OF YEARS A LOT MORE. But I tell you it is no way to start a morning. Someone must have planned to do this to me. To stain my image, misinform the public, stab my reputation.

  Who would do this to me?

‘Um, sir.’ Jeanie’s tiny voice came and I remembered she was in the room too. I sigh and then proceed to light a cigarette to calm down.

‘What is it Jeanie?’ I ask taking a deep puff.

‘We are bankrupt.’ Her tiny voice squeaked and I almost choked.

‘What do you mean by that?’ I roar at her. She stammers and then clears her throats. Quickly she dropped a pile of papers on the table and then moved backwards. I snatch the papers and read through it. 

 Was this some sort of joke or a prank?

 My accountant had messed up my account and cleaned up solid evidences of information against him. My accountant that I have trusted all my life.  Chris Woods.

 I grit my teeth angrily. FUCK!

Jeanie clears her throat and I shout at her. ‘What Jeanie!’ She shifted backwards with terrified eyes 

‘There’s something else I think you might like to see.’ She puts a magazine on the table right in front of me, my hands follow her movements to the magazine. My eyes fly wide open. There my girlfriend stood on the cover of the magazine with her hands wrapped around Chris Woods. They had been engaged. Rich Accountant, Chris Woods and the heiress of Royale suites, Irene Arison soon to be Mr and Mrs Arison Woods.

 I chuckle in disbelief. 

‘This has got to be a joke.' I say in a low tone.

 ‘Um not really sir. All over twitter, Instagram, you tube they are saying you have been played and dumped by miss Arison….’ She pauses and avoids my gaze as she continues. ‘They are saying the play boy has been played by his friend and his girl.’

 I slam my fists angrily down on the table and Jeanie gasps as she jumps back. I clench my fists.

‘So they know Chris cleared out my accounts?’

‘no Sir.’ Jeanie replies sadly. ‘They think all he did was steal your girl.’ 

 I grit my teeth. This was too much for one day! How the fuck did this happen? How could Irene do this! We just had dinner at a luxurious sea restaurant two nights ago and I fucking gave her an expensive diamond bracelet. A fucking expensive diamond bracelet1

 And to think all along she was fucking Chris! And Chris was fucking her? How original!

Jeanie clears her throat again and I take in a silent deep breath.

‘Any more bad news Jeanie?’ I ask and with a very nervous and apologetically sounding chuckle she says, ‘Well, Sir. You do have to address the workers. They want to know, if they have a future here. You see.’ She cleared her throat again and I understood she was very nervous.

 Of course the workers would want to know if I could handle paying their fees anymore. If I was truly bankrupt after all I would not be capable of handing the finances of one of the best luxurious shoe brands in the country.

 Well thank God that I am Dave Wayne the fucking billionaire and a very smart one at that. I always had a back up plan. I built all this from the scratch and so nothing could take it all away. And if so, I would always have a way of bringing it back.

‘Tell everyone their jobs are safe but if they choose to leave they ca. I am in no mood to see any fucking human being.’ I say in a very low tone wheeling my chair so that I backed Jeanie.

‘Okay sir.’ Jeanie says and I wave my hands to signal that she runs off and she does that.

 My mind goes to Irene Arison! The fucking bitch! After everything I did for her. I stopped sleeping around with other bitches and she had the nerve to fuck my accountant and close friend! Because she is a fucking heiress!

And their engaged. I wonder if they planned to steal my money together and I stiffen a grow; at the thought of the high chances of this possibility. 

 Why did they have to betray me like this?

 A very light but audible knock came at my door. I sighed irritated but too weak to react loudly. I knew it was Jeanie, only her had the guts to ever knock without calling. I wheeled my chair around still laid back in the chair.

‘I thought I told you-‘ 

‘Hy Darling.’ I am faced with the woman who has just betrayed me. In a micro mini skirt and her platinum blond hair glowing and looking absolutely beautiful. Her makeup up flawless and her red bottomed heels make their way as she walks forward her skimpy and long silk gown flowing after her as she draped the expensive looking fur over her shoulder.

‘What the fuck are you doing here Irene?’ I say angrily as I stand up from the chair.

 She giggles and then sits on a chair with her legs crossed.  

‘I came over here to say goodbye to you.’ She says and then lit herself a cigarette with an evil smile.

‘You cold hearted bitch!’