The Nigerian Billionaire

Chapter 2- a phone call from marriage pt1

James's mom's up top. But picture her any way you would like. Go ahead and read. QUICKLY

James POV:

There is coke on my shirt. One second I am trying to order some food, the next, a rude waiter is pouring my drink on me. This is the exact reason why I try to not dine in lousy establishments.

I started to step out of my seat and moved to the door. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shirt. I turned around to see that it was the manager. I eyed him up and down in disgust.

He quickly removed his hand from my shirt and shifted his head, so it faced the ground. His body shaking in fear. "M-Mr. King, again I Truly apologize to my staff. If I h-had known, I would have trained her better."

"Well," I said while looking at the manager's unsettled state, "you didn't."

I moved from the manager's sorry sight and made my way to the door.

"Where the fuck do you think that you are going?" The Marcus guy came from behind me and pulled my pack.

I don't think that my neck has ever snapped so fast before to give the Matteo man a glare. "I don't know," I said sarcastically, "Oh wait. Maybe for my job." I jerked the Max guy's hand from my shoulder.

With that, I left the building.

I got in my Porsche 911 and started driving to my company.

My grandfather started the company NextIn with the idea of providing electricity to a few states in Nigeria, which he could do. After my father took over the company, he added phone networks under the company's belt. When I succeeded him as CEO, I set my mind on expanding the company internationally and making electronic devices.

Although only three years have passed since I was promoted to CEO, NextIn has expanded to other countries in West Africa. The company has also created a cell phone, Pear- Phones. Right now, I established a branch in New York.

After a while, the company came into my line of sight. I parked my car in the reserved CEO space, and my assistant William came out to meet me.

"Sir, you have a meeting with the Custom Co Senior Vice president in ten minutes," William said while looking at his tablet.

"Okay, then let's get going," I said as William opened the door.

As I walked into the building, I felt eyes on me. I mean, I get it. I am the CEO l, but does that mean I like having eyes on me? No.

When William and I approached the elevator, those that were waiting for one moved away.

The ding of the elevator sounded. William entered, and I followed; a few seconds later, the door closed.

When we arrived at my floor, Mr. Abezm from Custom Co came out to greet me.

"Good morning Mr. King. It is so nice to meet with you today," he stuck his hand out for me to shake.

I smiled and shook his hand, motioning my hand to the meeting room, "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Abezm."

The Senior vice president and I were meeting to discuss NextIn purchasing his company.

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Not long after, the meeting was over.

"William," I pressed the intercom while reclining in my seat.

"Yes, sir," he responded almost immediately.

"Have general management start writing the contract for Custom," I said.

"Okay, sir," William replied.

Just as I began to rest in my chair, my phone began to ring. I checked the caller, and it was, not sprinting, my mother.

"Mommy, Mommy."

"James, my sweet boy James. How are you?" My mother and I were always very close. I am even close to my father, as well. My parents raised me to love my family.

"Son, it has been such a long time since you have brought home a girl for me to see."

"Mom, you know it would be hard for me to bring home a girl for you since you live all the way in Nigeria." I tried to joke with her, but she became serious all of a sudden.

"James, do you remember my friend Aunty Isioma," she inquired.

"Yes, she is the one with the daughter." Hell, I don't even know who this aunty is. All of my "aunties" have daughters.

"It is so good that you remembered her daughter as well. You know her daughter lives in New York, she is a lovely and smart girl. In fact, she is in her third year of law school."

"Yes, mom, and your point is?"

"You should go on a date with her on Saturday," A what? Where? With who?

Mommy, mommy, I knew that there was an objective with her calling me on a weekday because she usually calls me on Sunday to make sure I went to church.

"Mom, I don't want to go on any dates; you know that I am focused on my company right now," I said while pinching the bridge of my nose and shaking my head.

"Well, I am just trying to make sure that you are trying to find a daughter-in-law for me."

"I am always, just not at the moment."

"If you are not looking for one at the moment, how are you looking for one always," she paused, speaking almost as if she was thinking about what she just said, "Aha, please, James, don't confuse me."

"Okay, mom, I will stop confusing you," I said while laughing into the phone.

"Well, son, I am sorry to say it, but I have already scheduled the date for you on Saturday at Blue Hill Cuisine; her name is Ada." My mom sped through the last part and hung up quickly. This woman, I will now have to take time out of my important life to have a date with a woman. For all, I know she could be a gold digger that is only after me for my money.

A few seconds later, there was a text from my mom about the information for the date. Nawo, this lady is really trying to pull something.

Her name is Ada, maybe it is the same Ada from the diner. But there are many Ada's in New York, and even if it was that Ada, I wouldn't want to be on a date with her.

I moved my mind from the topic and began to sign documents that William had left on my desk.

When I think about it, William is the best assistant I have ever had. I used to employ females as my assistant. Still, after one of them became my ex and did something unforgivable, I decided to stop hiring females for my assistant.

Shifting my mind from my secretary to the documents in front of me, I went to the mini-fridge in the corner of the office, brought out a frozen meal, and heated it in the microwave.

As the food heated up, I thought of all of the events that occurred today. From the rude waitress to the rude secretary, I would say that my day was not the worst. The beep from the microwave awoke me from my thoughts.

I grabbed the meal and went back to my desk. The pile of work and the smell from the food made it clear that a long night of work was ahead.

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Oh my goodness. Two updates in the same hour. These chapters are bit shorter but I am updating more and reguralry. I still got one more chapter for certain in me for today (if that sentence makes sense)

Anywho love, peace, and holy ghost,

-itnethse