Billionnaire To The Rescue

Chapter Three

Hannah excitedly fished her phone out of her pocket without considering the time she dialled Alan Drew the banker's number. He picked on the fifth ring, sounding so sleepy she felt extremely guilty. 'I'm so sorry, I woke you up'. Well, he did say I could call him at any time.

'It's ok Miss Hannah, how can I help you?' oh good, he's not sounding too mad. 'I was going through my dad's stuff when I saw that he wasn't the one that took out the loan exactly,' she knew she sounded excited. 'It was a friend of his that told him to and he did.' I finished the sentence almost breathlessly. 'Miss Whitaker, as long it was your dad that signed for the loan and it was your family restaurant that was used as collateral even if it wasn't him that spent the money he'll still have to pay up or in this case: you have to pay or lose Mary's Chow Place' her heart stopped beating. 'I'm sorry but I suggest that you locate the person for whom your dad collected the loan if he pays up before the Restaurant goes to the market …' 'I get the Restaurant back' she finished for him downcasted.

'I am glad you understand,' he said as though speaking to a precocious child. 'Would that be all for now, Miss Whitaker?' he asked with sincerity. 'Yes Mr Drew, thank you and sorry for waking you up'.

Festus Tribbiani was bored already, he was in a meeting with some shareholders and the whole process was slow. He was wondering why they always need to meet every time any news is passed. These old-timers need to familiarize themselves with the concept of email or zoom calls.

At that moment a very beautiful woman walked in, she wore a sheer halter neck micro mini pencil dress which is understandable in the 19c weather in California. It was a hot November, but now the meeting is worth it. He caught her eye and gave her a sexy smirk, and like every other woman he had ever met -except for Audrey of course-she batted her eyelashes. Grinning, he faced the man talking presently while drumming his perfectly manicured nails on the table. He was going home with the sexy shareholder.

Balancing a box of doughnuts and a dish containing homemade chicken casserole, Hannah rang the doorbell to Audrey and Toby's apartment. Toby opened the door and quickly collected the casserole dish from her. 'Have I told you how much I love you?' Toby has always been a foodie 'about a million times, especially when I have homemade food' she replied and they both burst into laughter.

Walking into the flat, Toby yelled 'Honey, Hannah is here. ' Judging from the quiet in the apartment Audrey was working on her computer. Hannah was proved right when her best friend, a red-headed bombshell, came out of their library c*m home office in her nerdy glasses. 'You look cute' Hannah told her friend while they hugged 'as cute as a geeky redheaded owl' she replied scrunching up her nose.

Hannah gave Audrey and Toby the lowdown about her week, while they rewarmed the casserole they devoured the doughnuts. Toby, who once worked in a bank for three years before retiring to become a writer, gave his input and they all thought of ways forward.

Hannah was suddenly jealous of her friend's life, everything is perfect for Audrey. A doting husband, who is an accomplished author with two bestselling novels published. He's currently working on a trilogy, and Audrey has a stable job too. His boss trusts her because she's efficient, while Hannah couldn't keep a relationship to save her life. She was always a victim of heartbreak. Her last boyfriend strung her on only to inform her over the phone that he was getting married.

'Have you tried looking for your father's friend?' Toby asked all of a sudden. 'Yeah, he is dead too' Hannah replied crestfallen.

Festus lay spread eagle on his bed, it's been a while since he slept alone overnight. That will put a dent in his playboy image if only the bloggers could see him now. An image he allowed himself to be painted in and he enjoys so much, what not to enjoy? With different women warming his bed every night, he has stopped asking for their names and he deliberately shuts out those who offer their names and chatter about their life.

It's what people who believe in love do, he doesn't believe in love so he's not going to allow feelings to foil his hard work.

Standing up from the bed, and heading towards the ensuite he caught a reflection of himself in the mirror, he was 35 years still in his prime. He took good care of himself and has a personal gym instructor whose butt he kicks every time he thinks with relish. At a little under 6ft, he was tall and his abs looked sculpted.

People always assumed he inherited his money, he was self-made. Born in Detroit to a depressed mother who hung herself 3 years after he was born and no father he could call his. The day he turned 18 he took his entire life savings of 100 dollars and rode the first train out of Detroit not caring about its destination. Turns out the train was heading to California, and immediately his feet touched the ground he vowed to become extremely rich and get married to a beautiful lady.

And now 17 years later, he had achieved half of the dream, the other half not so much he thought wryly. He came close though, but Selina had to be a b***h, she could have said no to his proposal which would have saved him from the shame of having his face splashed all over the internet when she cheated. Deciding not to brood, he proceeded to take his bath.