Who is Mike Williams?

It was 9am in the morning when a man dress in sleek black suit, Complete with a perfectly knotted tie stepped into a sleek modern office. The office had a really masculine vibe, with most of the furnitures being black or gray. The only thing that brightened up the room  a bit were some few potted plants.

“Good morning Mr Mike Williams” said Jonathan, mike’s assistant and best friend.

“Good morning Jonathan, have you been able to get the contract ready.” Mike inquired, carefully removing his suit jacket and draping it over the back of his chair.

“Yes sir but why are you here, shouldn’t you be enjoying the bliss of married life?” Jonathan playfully remarked. Mike couldn’t help but chuckled as he sorted through some documents.

“So how’s the new mrs? When can I have the pleasure of meeting her? Jonathan asked.

"She’s doing fine and I’ll introduce her to you when the time comes.”

“So what’s your plan?”

“What plan?” Mike asked with a shock on his face

“When do you plan on revealing to your wife that you are not just an ordinary cab driver, but the esteemed CEO of Cranesberry Limited, and one of the most influential figures in our city.”

"When the moment is appropriate, my friend.”

“Do you think she won’t figure it out when she’s out with you”

“People recognize me by my  name, not my face. When the time is right, she will learn everything”

“Why not now? don’t you trust her yet?”

“Emma is currently experiencing a condition, and I want to ensure that she doesn’t feel overwhelmed due to her amnesia. I will approach things gradually and take it one step at a time.”

“So she believes you are nothing but a cab driver?”

"Yes, and it will stay that way until the appropriate moment.”

"Do you think she knows you were the one who hit her with your car? Mr cab driver!  or you think she aware that the reason you married her is because you feel guilty about the fact you caused her condition.”

“The reason I married her is not  important. What important is she is making daily improvements. Her wellbeing and progress are what truly matters.”

“And what happens when she gets better?”

Jonathan’s question really struck a chord with Mike. As he hasn’t given a thought of what would happen when Emma gets better. He hasn’t even thought about the future and the possible outcome.

In that moment Mike was left speechless, unsure on how to respond. He found himself  holding a pen, engrossed in the act of  signing yet another document. The room was filled with silence, only to be abruptly broken by the ringing of his phone. He picked up the call and answered with a deep voice.  The person on the other end said “We have been able to locate him.” Mike brow’s furrowed. He placed his hand on his forehead, looking upset.

“Are you okay?” Jonathan asked.

Mike swiftly grabbed his suit jacket, “The person we have been looking for has been spotted in a nearby club.”  Without hesitation, Jonathan quickly sprang into action. They knew that time was of essence in cases like this, they swiftly made their way to the location. The pulsating music and the chatter of the crowd faded into the background as they entered the venue.

As he scanned the place, his eyes caught sight of someone discreetly motioning towards him. He made his way over to the individual who then gestured towards another person in the building. Spotting the person in question amongst  the sea of dancing bodies,  He casted  a subtle glanced towards Jonathan. Jonathan  well-versed in Mike’s silent cues, swiftly began  orchestrating the order exit of the patrons. Mike elegantly makes his way towards the VIP area.

Panic and confusion ensued as people hurriedly made their way towards the exits, unsure of what was happening. In the midst of the commotion, the manager of the club stepped into the VIP area, challenging Mike’s authority to shut down the club. The manager’s voice filled with defiance as he questioned Mike’s actions.

“Who are you to shut down this club? You can’t just come in here and make demands!”

Jonathan approached the manager. He  leaned in and whispered something into his ears. Whatever he said seemed to have a powerful effect, as the manager’s demeanor shifted instantly,. With a nod, the manager walked away. As the club emptied out, his gazed fixed on the individual who had caused so much turmoil. The room fell silent as he approached the culprit. 

“W-Who are you? Said the culprit.

Mike replied “Well  about three months ago, we received various reports from individuals who shared their concerns regarding a man who falsely promised them high-ranking positions at Cranseberry Limited in exchange for payment as investment. Unfortunately, this caused a negative impact on the company’s reputation, leading us to refund several individuals to preserve the company’s image. To address this issue I took the initiative to hire a private investigator and all fingers point to you.”

The culprit, seemingly unimpressed, said “I’m not scared of you, I have been doing this business for a long time and no one can do anything about it. I know some powerful people in this city.

Jonathan let out a laugh, seemingly unfazed  by the culprit’s statement.

“Alright then, I’m giving you the freedom to call whoever you want and put the phone on speaker” Mike said, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

The culprit eagerly picked his phone and dialed a number. “Hello, some men are harassing me. I want you to send some men over to teach them a lesson,” he said confidently.

Mike swiftly took the phone from his hand.

“This is Mike Williams,” Mike introduced himself.

“Mr Mike Williams, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was you. I’m very sorry. You are free to do to him whatever you like,” said the person on the other end of the line before hanging up.

“The Mr Mike Williams? Sir, I never know you were connected to Cranseberry Limited. I wouldn’t have ventured there.” The culprit admitted with fear in his voice.

“I am the CEO of Cranseberry Limited.  So what should I do with you?” Mike asked, his tone firm. 

“Sir please, I will refund all the money and even more. Sir please,” the culprit pleaded.

“I’ll only let this slide on two conditions. Mike responded. “First, you keep your mouth shut about me. And secondly, you refund the money and stop using my company’s name for fraudulent acts.

“Yes sir consider it done.”

Mike picked his phone to answer a call, he anxiously exclaimed, “Emma?” His face filled with concern.

In an instant, he ended the call and rushed out of the club, hurrying to his car. He drove as fast as possible to his house, frantically searching for his wife. “Emma,Emma, Emma, where are you?” he called out, his breathless voice echoing through the house.