Chapter three

Earlier that day.... SAM EVENT PLANNERS

Mr Sam Hilton sat relaxedly. He was in a good mood. He looked around at his new looking office. Liking that it penetrated only peripherally- ocean green walls, heavy brass lamps, dark leather sofas and chairs, the wooden smell of furniture polish synonymous with new furniture and sweet aroma of cherry tobacco hanging in the air. It looked like a place for everything and everything in it's place. He had drawn the shades close, giving the room the feeling of twilight. The mood of the room was exactly what he needed. His phone rung as expected. He smiled cheekily at the caller ID. Exactly who he had wanted on connect. 

         "Good afternoon boss," a huff voice sounded. "Zino. This is no time for pleasantries. Have you done all I ordered?" He asked standing up, walking towards the plasma Tv set on the adjacent wall. "Yes boss. Everything is set for tomorrow. Everything is exactly as you ordered boss". "Good Zino," He said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey at the cabinet just next to the tv. "Tell the boys to be on alert and wait for my order. Immediately you get that, you guys know exactly what to do". He imagined Zino nodding his head in anticipation and understanding. "Alright boss. Understood," he hung up.  Placing the phone at the receiver, he gulped another glass of whiskey. He switched on the TV set, returning to his seat. 

        The headline on the news was as expected. "THE WEDDING OF THE CENTURY". His hand held tightly on the remote almost squeezing it as he increased the volume. He didn't really need to, because the speaker- a petite woman was well eloquent and audible. "Tomorrow is the day we've all been anticipating, waiting, counting down to. I'm sure I don't need to remind you what it is. But in case you live under the rocks, it is the wedding of the century. World famous, every lady's crush Mr Michael is getting married!!! Did you get that clear? or I should repeat myself? I wish I got an invite," she said her face filled with sadness. But she brightened up quickly, her teenage smile returning. "But don't be sad, we're here for you. In case you're like me that didn't get an invite, we got you covered. We'd be airing the ceremony live!!! Just tune in at 10am same station and you'd get an even  better experience than those at the ceremony," she said laughing. "As for those that got an invite. I'd be honest," she paused. "YOU'RE THE MOST FORTUNATE PERSONS IN THE WORLD!!..... 

        Having enough, he switched off the television in a rage, flinging the remote crashing into fragments on the wall. "THAT ASSHOLE!! THAT BASTARD!!! always wanting to get in the headlines." He pointed as if seeing an apparition of Michael in front of him. " I'd make sure your wedding ceremony is a blast. I'd make sure it's a ceremony we'd all talk about for ages". He laughed sarcastically. Hate and vindictiveness brewing in him. All plans was set. All he had to do was give the order. Imagining the faces of the reporters when they're informed there would be no wedding ceremony. The shock on the faces of the Tv hosts like the petite lady, when they'd be giving such update to the general public. He felt so good. So boyish than the 32 he was.

                He suddenly remembered Savannah.  Imagining a grand ceremony just like this, for him and her. He had plans for her. From the first day he met her at the interview, he knew she was the lady he wanted. The lady he needed. He remembered the day she walked into his firm job hunting. Looking so innocent and naive. She had just clocked twenty, out of college and needed a job to support herself. He wasn't sure she would have passed the strict interview processes. But he didn't need any fucking interview to employ who he wanted. It was his company afterall.  So, he just employed her. He never regretted because she had turned out to be best staff in his firm. She was so hardworking, diligent, talented and calculative. Her outputs didn't really match her physical features. He owned the best event planning firm in the city and with her help, the organization had grown into one of the best in the country. 

            The previous month he had askyed her to be his girlfriend. He remembered how elated he felt  when she agreed. He had planned on a romantic date that night. The perfect night to kneel down on one knee and ask her to marry him. The perfect date to finally take her virginity. He had been very patient. Waiting for the right time. He knew she'd accept his proposal. For fuck's sakes he made her who she was today. And it felt right she became his wife. He poured himself a fresh glass of whiskey mixing it this time with orange flavor. He smiled dreamily imagining a headline. A headline bigger than the one he saw earlier. One that'd inform the whole world. It was just a shame she couldn't make it that night. But it's better late than never. Immediately after the wedding ceremony, after the good news must have reached his ears, after the bullshit wedding of the century was increased to a shame of the millennium, he'd go down on one knee, and get himself married. He gulped down the glass, licking his lips as he stared proudly at the plaque of awards on his desk. 

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Later that night...  EL MAGNIFIQUE MANSION

The room was balling... Strippers on poles twisting around naked, athletically, with claps and shouts of approval greeting them. It seemed everyone was well catered for. The gay guys in the room, had their eyes set on the slim, very effeminate male strippers, nodding in appreciation as they twisted their ass and made seductive gestures. While the straight ones, had their eyes on the female strippers simultaneously. This was just one of the largest bars in the mansion. Female waitresses stood straight in their panties and bra only, waiting for instructions from the guests. Ever willing to do any of their bidding. 

             One walking into the room, would never guess this was a party with millionaires and billionaires only, in attendance. Everyone was having a good time. Behaving common and uncultured compared to the composure they ensured to put out when facing the cameras. The room was smoky. With a dim bluish light that set the mood. Others that couldn't wait were already having their way with whichever stripper or waitress that caught their fancy. In the center of the room was a large casino table. With heaps and heaps of dollar bundles been tossed into the center of the table, and heaps of bundles taken by willing hands to their end of the table, depending on who won. Up to five persons sat around the table playing, others watched, cheering drunkenly. The money on the table alone was enough to change a poor or average person's life for ever. But it was tossed about as if it hadn't any much value. 

        Michael sat gracefully at the head of the table, a huge heap of dollar bundles in front of him. He was just playing for the fun of it, but winning outrageously. His white hat hung low, white suits to match. He was looking like a maffia king. "Mike my man!!" Zach stipple exclaimed smiling with his full dimples showing, "this is the best bachelor night party that has ever existed." Everyone laughed drunkenly in agreement. "Cheers to a happy married life and an outrageous end to bachelorhood!! He said raising his glass.