Chasing the Fantasy ||Completed

Chapter 15: Mafia or what?

"Why is he interjecting himself in my life in such an inappropriate way. It is not okay!", he said in an exasperated tone.

Kennedy was normally giggles and smiles about such prophecies of doom and gloom because usually, they were just clout chasing. This time, he was not going tolerate any of that from Pastor Joe whom he had heard speaking of flying abroad with angels and what not. All this bomabarding news was giving him an indigestion.

He threw is peanut butter laden toast and beacon away and walked up and down his patio as if calculating something. His perfect sunday had turned tospsy tuner. Kennedy who uses sundays to catch up on sleep and relax in his majestic Mediterranean- style main house- was having no peace.

From the outside kenedy's life was perfection. And in a way, the people looking in were right. He had a life that most people envied. He was lucky enough to have a wife that cherished him above everything's else and was filthy rich. He had 4 homes each bought at a price in the millions. But no, he was not born with a silver- spoon in his mouth, he had to work from the ground up. Like Drake said, he "started from the bottom". So when people suggested that he made his wealth by being involved in an underground mafia drug operation, it saddened him as it was far from the truth. It was sheer luck that transformed his start up to a billion dollar company.

Behind his cold no nonsense exterior was a an altruistic man. He gave scholarships to underprivileged children in his constituency, gave aid to widows and contributed start- up businesses. It is for this reason and more than that won the hearts of his people and secured him victory in each and every parliametary elections.

Another fact to know about Kennedy was that he was always seeking the truth and justice for the oppressed. To help him uncover wrongdoing hidding in broadday light, he hired spies. When Joe started making those wildly incredible claims, he quickly sent one of his spies, Juliet to the New Redemption church. Though Juliet was a generous donor to the church's activities, like an undercover FBI agent, she kept a low profile.

Juliet was one of his finest second only to James, his most trusted. James had that James Bond vibes and truthfully his assignment were akin to that of 007. He did background checks on opponents and carried out executions if need be. If Kennedy was Jimmy Hofa, James was Frank Sheeran in the Irishman. However, unlike Frank, he does not betray him.

"James!,James!", he bellowed out.

James in his crisp clean white shirt and black trousers dashed in. Kennedy gestured to him to sit down.

"You've heard the latest of Pastor Joe?"

"Hmmm, yes...What if there is some truth to what he is saying?", said James in a superstitious voice. "Your party members do not particularly like you. Most befriend you because of your wealth and influence".

"Well that is not a problem. I have you to always guard my back, so I do not stress about such matters."

"What about the president?", he asked.

"Nothing can ever get to the president. He is always in his convoy wherever he goes. I believe that what we should be doing is teaching this man a lesson of not concerning himself with matters that do not concern him. Joe should keep my name out of his mouth for his own good."

"Back in the day when the militia ruled, freedom of speech was a right frequently violated. If not for the reforms, Pastor Joe would have been killed this very day. By the way, you need to inform President Roger about this. You know how he gets all fussy about not being in the know of minute things."

"You are so right! President Roger is a vicious man. I was not planning on informing him about this trivial issue, but given that it would be in the news by tomorrow, I will just tell him now."

With that, Kennedy picked up and called his pal. His classic callertune could be heard playing in the background.

"Hello"

"Hi Kennedy, what's new?", echoed from the other end of the call.
"Some maroon is running his mouth in town, saying that we are going to die"
"Ken, don't pay any attention to those fools. It would age you prematurely"

They both burst out laughing.

"Seriously, we got to do something about it"
"We are doing nothing. These things don't hold water unless you start believing them. Ambassador leung is around. Let's talk more later after he is gone."

He hanged up and felt the cool breeze hug him.

"There is no chance in hell I am letting that lax rascal get away with saying that", a wicked smile crossed his face that conveyed sure vegeance.

"What are you going to do?", asked James with a hint of indescribable panic. He knew that his boss was capable of anything.

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