YOURS, JANNAH

#FOUR

Adnan Ibrahim Attahir stood in the middle of the boardroom looking maddeningly handsome and his aura making the other occupants of the room squirm in their seats. Most of them sat there nonplussed, looking eerily sentient to his presence in the room. While the others sat on their seats like a ticking bomb is about to detonate with a wrong move of theirs.

His eyes sharp and assessing, his suit made to perfection for the man wears nothing other than flawless handmade. He just walked into the boardroom an hour late for the meeting due to his flight, he is not one to be late for anything business related. He flew from Nigeria the minute he heard about the confounding yet eye catching deal.

As he stood there emanating this ambience of a dangerous businessman, the Japanese folks and a few Americans stare at him with open wonder. The room was as silent as a sepulcher, except for the delicate ticking of a clock somewhere. That's the reaction he always gets from people because even though they've heard about him and seen his picture here and there, seeing him in person is far different from hearing about him from questionable sources.

The man exude danger that is susceptible to a lifetime harm and precariousness that leaves you wondering what is different about him that no other human being has. He is just intact like every other healthy person, then why this aura around him? The peril and danger he emanates everywhere? Clouding the room and making them feel emaciated in their own country?

Is that why they call him Draco? Because he most definitely looks coldhearted like Athenian lawmaker. A reptile genus known as flying dragon or flying lizard.

Just that he's got two legs and arms instead of claws and fire spitting from his mouth. Not that he won't be able to do as much harm as any dragon, if they were real. He is blessed with what every businessman wants, covets and envy. And he is just thirty four years old, by far the youngest billionaire and oil magnate they've met in their lives because oil business is just not for everyone.

But he plays with it like a bairn would a ball.

Through a combination of hard work, luck, and a necessary ruthlessness, Adnan Ibrahim Attahir had established one of the largest and fastest-growing oil companies in the world. Now that oil was becoming affordable for the masses all over the world, the AIA refinery in Russia and Mexico could scarcely keep up with the demand.

Adnan looks superb in formal attire, expensive one-button suit. A man like a blade...sleek and hard, his gaze sharp with intelligence. Even in a room full of accomplished and powerful men, he stood out as the nonpareil he is.

With a gait fit for a King, he sauntered to the other empty head chair and sat down slowly his eyes ever so vigilant. That's how his walnut eyes always are...ingenious, discerning and extremely calculative, nothing escapes his knowledge except if it is yet to happen. Like right now, one of the men sitting there just nudged his friend so he could record the entire conversation but he won't have that. He doesn't work with disloyal people.

With a cool smile sent to the two men, he said. "I'd advise you not to go through with that plan of yours."

The two geriatrics look stunned, ashamed and embarrassed at being caught even though it was just a move he made with his leg discreetly. Adnan knew all about business hoax, stratagems and ruses, they try that all the time and it is getting old. They should bring up something more exciting than recording a deal so they could turn the tables at the end of the long run. He doesn't work like that. He won't have his partners betraying him, not ever.

The men look American so it's safe to say he won't be working with them for a long time.

"I'm so sorry, Sir. We just thought that was how you work. I apologize." One of the men hastily apologized bowing his head down in shame but the other friend only sat there like nothing is happening.