My Homeless Billionaire

Chapter 14

Tressa Fourie submitted some files to Dion, “From our mailbox, sir.”

“Can’t you see my hands are full? Put them there. Where is Grant Mulligan?”

“Oh, you mean Mr. Mulligan, he’s taking a few calls and he’ll be right here. Oh, there he is!” The man walked in and sat. He was the operations manager. Reader, you'll find the rest of the book on g00d novel.

“That is everything the entire house could come up with, summed up in one document.” Dion was handing him a file. The man was late to take it. Dion let it fall on the floor. The man had to bent to pick it up. “I want you to work closely with the administration department, and the marketing & sales department as well, to implement the changes and resolutions drafted in that document. I am putting you in charge of this development. You will draft me a new budget if the one in there does not correspond at a later stage and email it to me. I like to believe that I hired the most capable business-minded people in to my corporation, hence, do not bother me unless, this empire is tumbling down. Understood?”

“Of course,” the manager got up and left the office. I'll be deleting some of the chapters here and find the book on g00d novel.

“You?”

“Yes, sir,” Teressa Fourie was on her toes again.

“Cancel all my meetings here after, if I have any.”

“Not any, sir, but you do have a social gathering with Mr. Mkhize and some of his associates.”

“Mkhize?”

“That’s one of our local suppliers, sir. You wanted to discuss discounts and the credit limit they’ve given us, sir.”

“Over a social gathering?” Dion hated the idea of socializing.

“It was his idea, sir. The meeting is to take place at Victors’ café, 7 p.m. They’re celebrating ten years in partnership with some company, I kind of wrote the name down, let me just—”

“Enough and get out.”

“Alright, sir, but, sir, are you confirming that you’re going?”

“Did I say I am not?”

“I’ll RSVP your seat then.”

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Felicia had taken the boys with to Natasha’s place. She could not leave them alone in Dion’s place. While the kids played game station in the TV room, Felicia was in the kitchen with Natasha.

“I’m baking a pie,” she had answered Felicia’s question. “I got this new recipe from Chef Montana’s CookTube channel.”

“Well, I’m staying until that is done.”

“You better because it will go down, gracefully so.” She shut the oven and loosed her gloves. “So, you say it’s over?”

“And he won’t even talk to me. Let alone, look me in the eye.”

“Does he ever look at anybody in the eye? Who on this earth could be that precious?”

“Natasha, please…”

“Well, I don’t know what you can do. I mean, he is no usual man, you know… He’s got his own vibes going on. What’s your plan?”

“Plan? I am hurting inside. I feel like I’m in love… Was in love and now I’ve been broken.”

“Yeah, but you always loved the man.”

“Actually, I never did. We never really loved each other. I only loved his face, his body and loyalty. Oh, and recently, his money. I’m angry, Natasha!”

“You are?”

“No one’s ever dumped me before! Why should he be the first? Now, he’s opened the way, another guy will come in and dump me. So, that’s it, I’ll now be dumped over and over and over and many overs again.”

“Yeah, but you are not going to let them, are you? And hey, welcome to the club. Now that you’re off your high horse, I guess the rest of us are no longer naïve as you said we were.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Tasha. I was quick to criticise and judge you on your previous relationships.” A short silence, Felicia was thinking. “I have to move fast! Now, that it’s over, he will want to get his cards back. Oh my, and the house isn’t done yet.”

“Well, at least the beauty shop is done. Surely, you have paid off the rent for the month and the next. When are you launching, anyway?”

“As soon as I have staff. People are sending in their CVs and I’m not promising that I’ll go through all of them. I’m very busy with the kids, the house, and now the many CVs I have to review… It’s too much.”

“Find someone to help you.”

“I should’ve thought of that.” A silence and in that silence, Felicia shrugged. Felicia was looking very sad again. Natasha could see her. As a worried friend, she had to ask, “What’s wrong now, baby girl?”

“He said, ‘I’d rather die in the street than waiting in my deathbed. I wouldn’t want him to find me waiting in my deathbed but, I rather he finds me in the ring where I can fight him to the last breath through my lungs.’ Isn’t he too young to talk like that?”

“Who?”

“Vincent.”

“The boy said that? Why would he take interest in death-talk?”

“Tasha, at that age we are full of life and we wish to grow too quick so that we see how we will look, dress, talk and even how successful we’ll be when we’re adults, but he… He is paving his death already.”

“So, how do you think he’ll do it to himself? Hang, maybe? Then, you hide every rope there is. Or maybe, he’ll take pills—”

“Tasha! Tasha, he is not like that. He’s just… He values his time alive, but he kind of believes he has very little time left. Is he some kind of sick? But I don’t think he’ll tell me anything. He’s very contained. Oh, Tasha, I must do something!”

“There’s nothing you can do for a kid without a home. You could buy him toys, by the time he’s hungry he’ll sell them all, even clothes.”

“You are right! He doesn’t need toys or anything, he needs a home!”

“Whoa! I don’t think you’re ready to mother a human yet. Slow down, please.”

“Oh no, I know. I don’t have to be his parent. Dion will make a good father. Don’t you think?”

“Felicia! Don’t.”

“He has the house, he has the resources, he has everything.”

“You are giving these children up for neglection.”

“They come from the streets, they can take care of themselves. He’ll give them money and a home and the rest, who cares?!”.”

“I won’t bother talking you out of it. The social workers won’t allow him to father them or anyone, anyway. Being a parent is more than giving money or a home. It’s about commitment. It’s about love. It’s about sacrifice. It’s about many things outside of money. Do you, in your right mind, think he has any of those?” My f*******: is Loveness Creates, same as i********:. Thank you so much for reading my book!

“My friend, you tend to forget that I have influence. And I should get going now.” Felicia was walking out. She was done talking with her friend. She had business to get to. “By night Vincent and Dave will have a Daddy! Ow, I’m so excited for them!”