Chapter 8

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"Young lady...How may I help you? I heard from my boy you were asking of me." He said in his deep baritone voice.

The man standing before me was huge, 5-foot-nine inches tall and exuded this inexplicable aura of wealth around him. He was casually dressed, neatly. There was no denying the kind of power he wielded, after all, with richness comes power.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir. I just need a minute of your time." When he said nothing, just obviously observing me, I added. "Just a minute. I'd like to ask a few questions regarding my father. I hope you don't mind?" I asked, lastly.

He stared at me like the gutsy stranger I was for being able to come into his domain, uninvitedly. Not everyone who knows him could do so. He thought, inwardly.

"I don't see a reason to refuse. You can have a sit." He motioned her to the seat next to her.

"Thanks," I said, making myself comfortable in the seat as he simply sat at the chair adjacent to mine.

"I have to say how surprised I was