10~Breakdown

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Najib's POV:

If I'd known this was how things would turn out, I wouldn't have stepped my feet back to Nigeria.

"Who is he to decide my life partner?" I growled banging the table wine counter.

"Wrecking my life wasn't enough, now he wants me to become his puppet?"

"Never!" I sighed gulping the second bottle of whiskey.

"Get me... another bottle, quickly, I'm having... hiccups."

"Sir, I suggest you slow down, you're going to end up fully wasted." The waiter replies.

"Do your duty and shut up!"

"Sorry sir."

"Do I pay you... to serve me or to tell me what to... do?" I growl, shoving the empty bottle in his direction; he dodged.

"Manager! Where is that foolish man?"

"Good evening, sir; what can I do for you?" The manager rushes in with a terrified look.

"Why did you employ such useless people who are... incompetent?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, he's new to the business, he doesn't know you're our boss."

"He doesn't know? Well, he's fired. That way, he will learn to talk less...and work... more." I stuttered grabbing another whiskey from the counter.

"Sir, I'm sorry, please don't fire me; this job is the only one I have." The bartender began to beg.

"Shut the... fuck up and get out!"

"What's going on here?" It was Abdul.

"Finally... Abdul, you're here, you kept me waiting."

"Najib are you drunk?" He asks with concern.

"Nah just... pissed off, you know I hate delays...

"You reek, how many bottles did you have?" He questions snatching my bottle away.

"Just one, come....and join me." I offered to pull him to the counter.

"I was coming from your wedding party just now, where I was informed you left abruptly; why?"

"I couldn't just... Watch that old man...ruin my life.

"You're Dad?" He asks.

"Don't call him... my Dad, he's just Alhaji Aminu... a selfish man," I yelled.

"Fine, let's get you home."

"Not home, let's go to a... club!"

"Fine, let's go to a club." He replies.

Abdul grumbles as he pulls me.

"Do I weigh a lot that you grumble?"

"Ugh! With all your suddenly built muscles, you should weigh a thousand pounds" He replies.

"C'mon, stop whining... and get me to the club."

"Hey,  manager...what are you looking at? Help him; he's a weakling." I laughed staggering away to the parking lot.

"Shit! Hurry, Paparazzi are here." Abdul Gasp while struggling to push me into his car.

"Security!" The Manager yells.

"Hey manager...don't scare them away they are my friends...

"We can't let them capture you in this state; hurry, push him into the car," Abdul whispered as they both pushed me into the car; Abdul quickly shut the door, accelerating with speed, almost crashing into the paparazzi while I cheered him on.

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