  &quot;When did he start taking interest in other people?&quot; She said, walking away after a while.
  CHAPTER EIGHT
  Michael steps out of the helicopter into the big black glossy four-wheel drive provided for his use from his factory in the village. Two other cars, one containing his bodyguards and the other some of his managers from the company flanked him in front and behind.
  He looked through the tinted glass window at the people, mostly small kids, and adults who were already pulling into a crowd to watch him, it wasn t a new sight to him. It was a sight he had become so accustomed to, one that always greeted him anytime he paid his grandmother visits.
  Just like his grandmother, everyone had come to know when to expect him and even now when it was just one of those surprise visits, they knew that whenever they see a cavalcade like this, it was none other than Emily s grandson

  &quot;Loosen up and smile,&quot; It always says. But Michael didn t. Though he tried to be polite, a little too polite in fact to everyone, and also managed to hide his impatience well on his lean aristocratic face.
  He listened with forced patience to the requests of money, support, and advice from them while intermittently nodding his head. He knew without a doubt that his assistant had everything noted. And he was going to do all their requests. He was, after all, a son of the community.
  Emily looked at her grandson with eyes fill with pride, her grandson was the cynosure of attention to everyone present in that room and she had also specifically requested the presence of the young beautiful ladies milling around not because she couldn t manage without their help but because she hopes Michael could notice one of them and take interest.
  At six feet five inches tall, it was impos

  His assistant entered at that moment. Amazed to see her boss smiling at the little boy. It was the first time she was seeing him smile at anyone other than Bryan, Cristina, his grandmother, and doc. Adam.
  &quot;All settled sir,&quot; he said standing before him
  Michael nodded before he looked briefly at his watch. 
  He stood up.
  &quot;You can take next week off.&quot; He said, to his secretary
  &quot;I can t sir,&quot; She replied, even before he was done finishing his statement
  &quot;You can. And it s okay. You have to be with him.&quot; he said, directing his gaze to the boy. It looks like he will be here that long,&quot; Michael added, as he gave the boy cast leg another long look.
  &quot;Thank you, sir,&quot; she said, overwhelmingly
  &quot;You are welcome.&quot;
  &quot;Champ. What s your name?&quot;
  &quot;Michael.&quot; He answered
  &quot;Michael?&quot; He repeated

&quot;When did he start taking interest in other people?&quot; She said, walking away after a while.
  CHAPTER EIGHT
  Michael steps out of the helicopter into the big black glossy four-wheel drive provided for his use from his factory in the village. Two other cars, one containing his bodyguards and the other some of his managers from the company flanked him in front and behind.
  He looked through the tinted glass window at the people, mostly small kids, and adults who were already pulling into a crowd to watch him, it wasn t a new sight to him. It was a sight he had become so accustomed to, one that always greeted him anytime he paid his grandmother visits.
  Just like his grandmother, everyone had come to know when to expect him and even now when it was just one of those surprise visits, they knew that whenever they see a cavalcade like this, it was none other than Emily s grandson.
  Michael stared at the once dirty road; he had turned from a broken track into a broad highway

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