Chapter 18 The fall of protocols.

“Sire, we got words from the headquarters.” Macron, Mariama’s uncle paused. He was having good time with his girls when his PA stepped in to report the word from the headquarters. “My daughter and her fiancé are taking good care of the headquarters and the business at large.” Macron shrugged off the hand of one of his girls who was touching his chin. “Why will the headquarters send me words while I’m having my good time?” “I have the telegraph sire, but I can make audio report if you deem it fit, sir.” Said his PA. Mariama’s uncle, Macron, was a fat bellied fellow, but he isn’t bald like most men his age. His hairs were intact, and his hairline was a good one, though it was already far from where they used to be in his youth. “Report what you got there and get your ass out of here.” Macron brought the girl’s hand back to his chin. There were about five ladies in the pool with him, caressing his chest and pecking his cheeks. “The report, sir, says that the missing heir is back.”