Nikwe. The leopard girl.

"Good moring Matthew." That voices that sounds just like Satan himself rang through my ears. The thundering headache and bloodshot burning eyes is nothing new to me. The blond woman who looks like she climbed out of a playboy magazine, she's something new. "Get your hungover ass dressed and meet me down stairs" There goes that voice again. Not unknown but I never did like Stephani to much. She slams my bedroom door as I try to get up from under expensive satin sheets. "b***h" I can't help but whisper. The only reason I keep my mouth shut is so my dad doesn't suffer any more heartache then he all ready has. After mom's deaf he was inconsolable. All the money in the world couldn't take the pain away. For me, I missed my mom. She was the only person that got me. She was the only person I could talk to about anything and everything. Now there's no one. Just easy one night stands and bitchy bimbo stepmothers. I stuggle to drag myself out of bed to my walk in closet. Everything seems more difficult today, even finding the damn light switch! Before throwing on my shirt I stare at my self in the wall size mirror. Good thing I find an intense workout the perfect cure for a hangover. My abs are ripped and my shoulders and biceps still bulging. I need a hair cut though. Mine are maby a little blotshot but the colour is still the same. The one thing no one can take away from me, my mothers ocean blue eyes. After trowing on a black t-s**t and some grey bootleg jeans I make my way back into the bedroom. No surprise the beautiful blond already saw herself out. LA girls always stay for a good time but never a long time. Just the way I like it. Slowly making my way down the spiral staircase I can hear the distict bitching that could only be Stephanie talking to dad. "Here we go...." "You wanted to see me your highness?" Still hold her cellphone to her ear she quickly trows a well manicured finger in my face. "Okay baby I"ll see you at home. Love you!" That last sentence made me sick to my stomach. She's not more the 5 years older then me and could have any sugar daddy she wanted. But it had to be my dad, my life has been hell ever since. Hence the refrence to Satan. "Its about time you woke up, what the hell took you so long?" The unintresed in my face just adds fuel to the fire. So I decide to burn the whole damn building.... "Wow Steph, You look terrible have you been getting enough botox?" Her already pale skin turn as white as a sheet. "I'm so glad your father decided to set your pathetic ass straight. Looks like he just needed some motivation." The calmness in her voice and the smirk on her perfectly painted red lips sends shivers down my spine. "What are you talking about?" Stil smiling she says "Go to your father's office after 12, he wants to see you" I sober up in a matter of seconds. This can't be good. The last time my dad wanted to see me I drove his canary yellow Ferrari into a lamppost on Sunset Boulevard. It felt like was sitting on deaf row the hours felt like years. Just as I was about to loose my damn mind I hear the limo make its way onto the drive way. Unwilling I grab my jacket at the front door and slowly walk to my ride. As we drive away from my mansion I can't escape the feeling of having to say goodbye. My heart starts to pound as I stand infront of the huge 16 story office building. Its like Steward knows the s**t is about to hit the fan. He's been working as the doorman for the past 25 years, His concerned greeting does nothing to calm my nerves. Walking into the lobby the warm airconditioning immediately makes me sweat. California was never famous for its cold winters but this year was an exception. At the front desk I see yet another one of my personal endeavors. Lucy was hot! Her black pixie styled hair gave her an edge I couldn't resist. "Matt.....Its good to see you." Her voice as sweet as honey, it calms my nerves instantly. "Hi Lus, what you been up to its been a while." To flirt with woman became as easily as breathing. Blame the money or blame the fact that I wasn't to bad to look at. Suddenly the phone rings next to her, formally she picks it up nods her head with the words "will do sir" and hangs up. "You can go to the conference room he's waiting for you." She says with the same formal and calm voice. My heart jumps into my throat and with a simple nod I make my way to the elevator knowing I can't escape my fate. The elevator opens up on the top floor and slowly I walk past a few of the main offices. I look and feel like a junkie between the Armani suits and back stabbing deminer. Approaching the boardroom I suddenly feel calmer and more confident. I gently knock on the glass door. Dad slowly gets out of his chair and puts his glases on the table. " Hi Son, take a seat." His voice is calm, to calm. I walk across the table and pull out the chair at the far end."Long time no see dad." I keep my cool even though I really want to just shake his hand or give him a hug... The reality is I missed him. I quickly realise this is more serious then a casual family meeting. "Son there are some urgent matters I need to discuss with you" He leans back into his chair and continues."I know you haven't really shown any intrest in the company but the reality is I'm not getting any younger and the time for you to take your place is fast approaching. You need to start thinking of your future and your children's future. Don't you think you had enough of the millionaire playboy lifestyle? Its time to settle down and start focusing." A few seconds go by where I literary can't find any words. First off, I never wanted to be apart of this company, it took aways so much previous time we had left with mom. Its not like I need the money. Mom left me enough to make sure I don't have to work a day in my life. And I really dont plan too. "Thats very generous dad, but I'm gonna have to decline on your offer. I m really not ready to make any huge changes to my life just yet." I try to sound as professional and serious as possible to make sure I made myself clear. He looks at me with a kind of humor in his eyes, he was expecting my answer for sure. He quietly get up from his chair and sits on the boardroom table. "I thougt you might have said thats why I decided on an ultimatum." He had an very evil look in his eyes the kind of look that says: I'm gonna learn you a lesson. "What kind of ultimatum?" I ask cautious ly. " We are looking into buying shares in a 5 star Game lodge and we need someone on the ground to make sure everything is what is promised. "And you want me to go?" I asked amused. "Yes." he shortly answers "And if I refuse?" "All current and future funds wil be frozen and private property wil be sold." His word where cold as ice but I could see he's as serious as a heart attack. In that moment I knew it wasn't worth the fight. If I could do this maby he'll let me off easy and let me still live my life my way. "Fine I'll do it." I reluctantly give in. "Good your flight is booked for 12 pm tonight, I'll make sure Lucy makes all the other arrangements for your trip." He starts gathering all his documents from the table and makes his way to the door. "Wait dad, where are you sending me? Aren't you gonna give me a bit more information?" The smile on dad's face is the kind of smile he always has when he struck a huge deal. And just before he walks out of the office he laughingly yells: "Botswana!"