WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Opula had told her driver to get a Lamborghini for her. She didn’t want to go in any casual car. The meet and greet with Ziu was going to be a tough one so she ordered her security to avoid standing at the car outside but to always be at stone-throw from her. She had decided to play the false identity of a senior staff of Microsoft, who flew in all the way from the United States just for a meet and greet with Ziu Lee, Chinese richest man; by so doing Ziu Lee would be fascinated that he was most revered from all over the world. He would be reverend! He would trip! He would be honored also!

Glaring into the mirror, Opula squeezed into her magnificent tuxedo jacket, with a v-neck that perfectly showed her unavoidable light-skin bust and almost her nipples. An Italian pant was supposed to be a perfect match for it, but she willingly opted for a micro tuxedo skirt that at interval flashed her well shaven vagina lips whenever she sat down or dared to stand up. Her feet were gorgeously grazed with Italian desert boot that measured up to her knee. With her heavy, red lips gloss and bold face that sparkled from layers of Mary-Kay, she even knew Ziu Lee was not going to be the only man she would charm tonight, obviously other gullible men of all social classes would get charmed to her, it was a night she planned to be remarkable, and full of good energy , with flints of seduction dropping from her body. If she had never seduced a man before she was going to do it because the hour she most admired had come. The hour she would prove to Ziu that every evil action must be avenged for , it would take time. She knew with the visit of investors tonight, the net worth of Ziu Tech empire would sky-rocket, the shares value would double.

Ziu Lee should keep attracting more and more investors into a company he would not champion in the next few months to come; she thought as she swirled around in the mirror and had the urge to take along with her a packet of condom. It was her decision to charm Ziu in the most , less explored kind of way, but for a start she would ensure a condom pack was never missing in her handbag for safety first and then later when she must have gotten deep into Ziu she could sleep with him without condom, before the revenge will set in.

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The Lamborghini boomed to a screeching halt beside an edifice; a glass, well lit sky scraper that seemed to be measured into the sky. Once she was done admiring the luxuries that adorned the structure and environment, she alighted with the help of security lending their hands to her as she stepped on the ground and got ushered into the hall of the occasion .

“Welcome to Cool Off, ma’am,” the staffers greeted her with their heads slightly bowing.

She was ten minutes late. She noted once she walked into the hall and stared at her watch. It didn’t matter to her although she vied not to miss anything all through that session. The presenter on the podium was done speaking about Ziu tech conglomerate, channeling their investment portfolios into artificial intelligence, hinting that human labor force was as limited as the short existence of man on earth and in the nearest future they would be little or no labor force across the world.

With a clapping ovation and booing, the speaker ended his speech and was ushered out of the podium.

The next session was the highest bidder purchase and auction of APP shares in Ziu Tech; something she really looked out for. Once the presenter mounted the podium to start off announcing the shares to the crowd for the highest bidder takes-it-all purchase system, Opula adjusted herself. Although all along, she had been on the lookout for Ziu, she decided to catch his attention and locate him through this session.

The presenter announced into the microphone, “First class App shares up for five hundred thousand dollars..”

A thick Chinese man in the crowd responded, “I will take it for five fifty…”

“Five fifty dollars is on.” the presenter said, glaring into the crowd.

Another lady countered, “I will buy for six fifty…”

The presenter said, “Wow six fifty is up. Is that going to be our highest bidder tonight?”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Opula cleared her voice before she shouted, “I will take it for one million dollars.”

“Oh laughing doll!” The presenter exclaimed madly, as everyone tilted their necks backward to behold their highest bidder with a great margin tonight.

Ziu lee was among the onlookers. And once he stretched his neck to gaze upon Opula she caught sight of him and shook her head in confirmation; he was still the same chubby short bald head Ziu Lee that stole their software ten years ago. He was seating just behind the presenter on the podium, with his security surrounding him and a few aides seated well with him, always whispering into his ears.

Opula kept a long face as Ziu kept stretching his neck to have a glimpse of his highest bidder tonight. In two years he had not recorded a one million dollar bidder, the highest was eight fifty. She watched and noticed Ziu whisper into the ears of one of his aide, and she perceived they were discussing her. In few seconds the aide stood up and sneaked into the crowd and appeared at her side.

“Boss demands I give you this,” the aide whispered, and dropped something with her and sneaked back to his position.

Opula had a deep smile at the VIP Card with his endorsement. The card was going to usher her into one-on-one session with Ziu tonight…

She smiled on, gnashed her teeth, wore the dark shades and stamped her high heel across the tiled floor…

Disaster ahead…