Her Suspected Billionaire

Chapter 15

Misty Nightclub and Bar was always booming by this time of the night. It was located in the quiet part of town with no residential estates around it. The owner was a man named Ferdinard who had come from Mexico with a large amount of inheritance money his father had left him. His parents had been in the real estate business, but Ferdinard hadn’t wanted to tow that path. He had left Mexico for college and never returned until two months before his father died.

​The club had originally started as a bar and a disco hall and was open for any and everyone. Then Ferdinard had gotten mixed with the creme de la creme of the city and Misty became an elite hangout spot. Tickets for club nights were booked online and paid for in full before they could be printed out at a kiosk-like shack that was located adjacent to the club. Regular club members had an ID card with which to show the bouncer and be let in if they came with someone who hadn’t booked online and wasn’t a regular. No outdoor food or drink, not even chewing gum, was allowed inside the premises. Ferdinard believed only thugs and gangsters chewed gum and he didn’t want anything to do with them, unless they could afford his tickets and would dress the part.

​While serving as a hangout spot, it was also used as a networking arena. Businessmen and women who were hoping to find an investor or two could spare some cash, buy a ticket and come to the club. If they were lucky and if they pitched well enough to a wealthy elite who was interested in what they had to offer, they could walk out of Misty that night with a six figure contract waiting to be signed at their offices the following morning.

​It was why Clinton Clark sat at the counter this particular night, scanning around the club while he nursed a glass of rum. He had had only two glasses when he’d come and he didn’t plan to finish the one he was presently drinking in a hurry. He had no intentions of getting drunk because he was in Misty for business, not pleasure. Kings’ Group was suffering a recession and if he didn’t get a wealthy investor who was willing to invest more than a million dollars before the end of the month, he might have to let go some staff. His job was still secure, that wasn’t his problem. But at the last board meeting, when the list of staff who would be let go, if it came to that, was presented to him, he’d seen Tiffany and Shirley’s names there. Both girls worked in close association with him - Tiffany as his secretary and Shirley as his personal assistant. He liked Tiffany. She did more than a secretary would - much more than a secretary did. And Shirley was his second half in the office. She attended to everything business that he didn’t desire to attend to and was good in a lot of other ways too, just like Tiffany. He didn’t understand why the board would even think of wanting to let them go. Did they not know how those two ladies made him more efficient as the manager of Kings’ Group?

​He took his glass to his mouth and took another tiny sip. Hilly Button’s Just Wanna Make Love Now was blaring from the speakers. Couples with their bodies entwined with each other and others dancing alone moved their bodies in line with the music. Clinton was just about to take another sip when he saw a familiar face walk past him. He turned his head in the direction the man went, but the person had his back turned to him now, so he couldn’t see the face anymore. Impulsively, he followed him.

​He followed the man up to the VIP section and when the man had slid his card on the machine that stood by the iron sliding doors that led into the VIP section, Clinton caught a glimpse of his face.

“Well, what do you know? It must be my lucky day,” Clinton muttered to himself. He downed his drink, hurried down to return the glass and came back up. He slid his card on the machine just as the man had and when his phone beeped, he almost s**t himself when he saw a debit alert of $300. As he strolled into the VIP section while the doors closed behind him, he hoped this money was going to be worth it.

​The man he had followed was seated on a large red, velvet couch and was busy on his phone when Clinton sat on the armchair opposite him.

“Good evening, Mr. Sterling. I’m Clinton Clark, manager and executive chairman of Kings’ Group.” The man looked up at Clinton, c****d his head to the right and let out a chuckle.

“I came to the VIP section to relax, Mr. Clark. Not sign a contract.”

“Oh, no. I’m not bringing out any contract for signing. No signatures required today, Sir,” Clinton replied, laughing nervously. He hated being nervous. Damn, this was humiliating.

“Okay, so to what do I owe this introduction?” Think fast, Clinton thought to himself.

“I just wanted to let you know I admire all what you all do at Sterling Industries. It is, without a doubt, truly impressive.”

“Thank you. We try our best.”

“Also, I just…I wanted to know if there was anything Kings’ Group could do…anything we did that led to…uhm…to the cancellation of the contract we carried out for Sterling just last month,” Clinton muttered. He did a little dance in his head for thinking that up on the spot. There was no contract between Kings’ Group and Sterling Industries, at least none that was carried out last month. The last time both companies had worked together was more than eleven months ago. But he didn’t think the man he was talking to knew that. For all he cared, Clinton assumed the only thing he did was check in on incoming and outgoing funds in the company. He just needed him to go back to his company and ask Sterling to renew their contract with Kings.

“What contract?” the man asked. He had dropped his phone now.

Clinton smiled. He had got him interested.

​For the next hour, he discussed with Mr. Sterling and some minutes after midnight, he walked out of the VIP section with an e-letter in his email instructing Sterling Industries to renew their contract with Kings’ Group. He would have Shirley print out the letter later in the day and take it to Sterling. Hopefully, before the week was over, more than half a million dollars would be in the company account of Kings’ Group and he would have saved two people from losing their jobs. His favourite two people, of course.