PERFECT MATCH

38 - EPILOGUE

   JASON'S POV

            Sitting behind the L-shaped executive mahogany desk, I gazed at the Apple monitor in front of me one last time before drumming my fingers on the table.  Closing up the file that loitered on my desk, I threw it to the stack of files on one side of my table.

Standing to my height, I glanced at my diamond studded wristwatch —a birthday gift from my pretty wife, I dipped both hands into my pocket.

The sunlight streamed it's golden rays across my office space, breaking past the barrier of the thick floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wearing a smile, I paced around the room , standing tall and gazing up at the shelf of accolades, awards and certificates behind my desk.  Awards of excellence in business, finance, Honor's for meritorious service and dedication, certificates of membership to many bodies.  Inhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and smirked haughtily. I had done it, put Royal Star on the map and became one of the richest men in the world—billionaire was the new title.

Averting my gaze back to my office desk, I bent over, running my lanky fingers against the rectangular glass plaque that had my position inscribed on it —Jason Obinna Johnson. Chairman, Royal Star Group. The feeling was divine, I exhaled the minute I took my hands off, I earned that position.

Turning around, I passed by the dark leather cushions that surrounded a tiny wooden and glass centrepiece table to form a seating area for VIP guests. Strolling to the wine cellar at the other end of the room, I grabbed a bottle of wine —vintage collection.

Reaching the tall window, I gazed at the world below me. Tall buildings surrounding ours, I caught a glimpse of the blue sky standing tall, every defeat beneath me.  The moving cars building up traffic, people walking hurriedly with one destination in mind—the morning rush. In the end, I won my father.

A soft knock against the metal doors of my office brought me back to reality. Snapping my head, Janet stepped in with fingers intertwined —her simple wedding band standing out, a childish smile etched into her chubby cheeks. For a minute, I glanced at her swelling belly the feeling of nostalgia hitting me. I was sad for Mabel and I, happy for her. Mabel had miscarried two pregnancies in the last three years.

"Good morning sir. The car is ready for you to leave, I already called off the board meeting and asked all the directors to turn in their reports." 

Nodding, I ran my hand across the smooth cotton of my designer tailored navy blue suit. Approaching the door, Janet stepped aside, waiting for me to go through then she followed on my tail.

Pressing the button of the elevator, I stepped into it like a boss, my secretary with me —Janet and my personal assistant, a male in his early twenties.

Prancing into the large reception space, my entourage followed behind me from a reasonable distance. Heads bowed to acknowledge my presence, not out of fear but respect that I had earned. Many times, I had told Janet to warn them not to abandon their duties for irrelevant things like greeting me but they couldn't be stopped.

Exiting the tall building, the door keepers bowed, my gaze steady on the muscly Lamborghini in the driveway .  The driver opened the door and I ducked in holding out a hand so he wouldn't shut the door yet.

"What about the surprise for Mabel?"

Janet cleared her throat.   "It's ready, they're all set."

Satisfied, I nodded.  "You can take the day off, get some rest. Ride with me Audu." I told the young lad and gestured for the driver to shut the door.