SAMSON

I sat down with Marcus, my best friend in a coffee shop. I loved work more than anything and I wanted to handle business the same way my grandfather handled it with so much expertise when he was alive.

"We are finally hitting on something very huge here." Marcus said, his eyes shining in excitement.

I nodded, my mind racing with many thoughts, "I agree but we should be careful, so we don't over expose ourselves." I said, a bit skeptical.

"I don't know why you keep down something we have gone through over and over again. We have it all planned out, we have done lots of research too. Samson, just relax and sip your coffee, man." He said and let out a loud throaty laugh.

Marcus had so much confidence in this business strategy and started to trust the process, after all, he learnt from the best and had a lot of experience in the business field.

I smiled and looked at him, "Okay, let's do it but we have to be very careful, we have to avoid greed by biting off more than we can chew." I advised.

Marcus playfully slapped my back, "that is the spirit man. Let's get to work!" He said, his deep voice tinged with clear happiness.

"Ring, ring," Marcus's phone rang, it's ringing tone loud enough for anyone at the very end of the shop to hear.

"Hello," Marcus spoke into the phone, as he excused himself to go talk to whoever had called him.

He reappeared soon enough but his face was solid with seriousness. "Can I ask you something?"

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued and curious to hear what he had to say. "Is anything wrong with the business? I asked.

He shook his head and said, "you know there is a lot of risk in this direction we are taking. I just want to make sure that you are okay with it and you are ready to embark on this business venture."

I leaned back on my chair with a worried look on my face, as I clasped my hands together,

"I trust your instincts, you have always been very good and careful at what you do. So, if you think this is the right move, then that's okay by me." I said reassuringly.

Marcus was far older than me and I respected him alot. Because of his intelligence and outspokenness, I found myself drawing close to him as a friend.....

"Good, I thought you were beginning to have second thoughts." He said, interrupting my thoughts.

"No, I am invested in this. Let's just make sure we make this happen." I said more seriously.

Silence took over our space as we sipped from our cups of coffee, probably lost in our own thoughts.

Breaking the silence, I asked, "Since we have a business plan in place now, what next?"

Marcus grinned, "We need to start making calls to bring the right people on board. Your grandfather's major business associates are just the right connections we need."

"You have the power to bring them close and invest in this new business plan. So, you set to work on that while I get the necessary financial records in place." He added.

"Sam, are you seriously still looking for a wife to marry because you want to unlock the inheritance?" Marcus asked, changing the subject of discussion.

"Yes, of course. What else am I supposed to do other than to marry?" I replied, puzzled by the nature of that question.

"You know, if you get married you are only going to get a fraction of the inheritance. That inheritance is worth millions and you would still lose a large percentage of it." He said bluntly.

"Hmm," I muttered, hardly believing what he had just said was possible.

"Well, if you are interested there are better ways." He stated, shrugging as twisted his lips to the other side of his face.

"What better ways?" I asked, suddenly becoming uncomfortable.

"You could kill your grandfather's lawyer or outwit the terms in the will." He said in a sly tone.

"Marcus?" I yelled. "How can you even think of things like this?"

"I am only trying to help here. The least you could do is appreciate my efforts, weren't you the one who said you were not ready for marriage? Or you are no longer interested in finding that girl you slept with that night?" He threw questions at me in an attempt to guilt trip me.

"What I am trying to say here is that you are going too far and what you are suggesting is not even necessary." I said, completely ignoring his questions.

"It is for your financial security." He said.

"So which of the two madness you have just suggested here do you want me to carry out?" I asked, wanting to flow with the conversation.

"If number one is so hard for you, you can go with number two." He answered, indicating the number with his fingers.

"You want me to forge the will?" I asked, rather marveled again. I almost burst out laughing but I succeeded in suppressing it.

Marcus grinned, "Yes, I am not saying that anything I just suggested is right but when desperate times like this come, we need to act fast.

"Well, I don't want to risk my freedom for something that I know isn't going to work." I barked, throwing off the arm he had placed on my shoulder.

"You cannot even get caught, Sam. You have more than enough high profile connections to cover up your tracks." He said, with an even more dangerous smile.

"No," I said, curtly.

"Okay, okay, then suit yourself. I have nothing else to say." He said, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"I know you are looking out for me as my friend but I am not getting my inheritance via any illegal way." I said.

"Don't be naive though." He said, giving me unsolicited advice.

"I have someone to marry and I think it would go just fine." I affirmed, breaking the news to him.

Marcus had a look of shock mixed with sudden anger on his face.

"Son of a bitch!" He gritted his teeth. "How are you just letting me know this?"

I had the answer to his angry question deep down but I couldn't just tell him, at least not now.