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Ajabu Digital

Ajabu Digital had grown tremendously, It now occupied three floors in the Mirage Tower in Upper-hill, Nairobi and boasted over a thousand employees across Africa. Beside being the pioneer of digital advertising at a time when nobody saw its benefit Mzee Ajabu also had another secret. Undercutting and treating employees as if they were scum. Paying them peanuts and working them till late in the night, working them till they bled their last drop of energy.

Because of this Mr. Ajabu's company had risen like cream to the top. The turnover was immense and the cash flow deficit staggering. Sometimes an employee would just start crying at their desk and then leave never to be seen again. But what were employees but bodies who could be replaced at a moments notice by the bevy of jobless youths waiting in line in their careers inbox?

He sat in his office fiddling with his pen a myriad of thoughts going through his mind. It was a big office with a small boardroom in the middle where most status meetings happened with the seniors of the organisation. Another door lead to a fully furnished apartment behind the office complete with a kitchen and bedroom. He looked at his watch, a gold Bell & Ross limited edition. It was striking noon and her daughter was nowhere to be seen. His heart had been feeling sour lately. He was ageing quickly and he did not have a sure predecessor. He had made it so that he had the majority shareholding spread out among his children. His son with the most, her two daughters with the least and his wife with none.

It was a decision he had arrived at quickly after his organization had grown big enough to need a board of directors. He felt that women could betray you at any minute if a better option ever came around. But not flesh and blood. He closed his eyes for a second and hoped his eldest daughter would get out of her stupor. If Fred would be the chief executive of his million-dollar company, he wanted Wairimu to be the chief operating officer and Olivia? Well, her flower would be the head of Human Resource.

He had planned it all on his head down to a T. He would retire at seventy five and move to their country house in Naivasha and his work would be reduced to overseeing and advising. He finished signing the papers that would see them expand to Mauritius and Botswana, leaned on his chair and contemplated calling Wairimu, he then contemplated calling his wife. He picked up his phone and dialed his pilot. He had plans to be in Dubai.