Tyson’s billion dollar revolution

Chapter Three- The Revolution of The Palmer’s family

It began to rain heavily as Tyson was in the cab heading to the building of Mary Todd Lincoln House which is a skyscraper structure.

Tyson was shocked to death and felt like he was in an imaginary world or something. He was smiling from edge to edge, his teeth would widen and his teeth would glance so bright it will shine on the sun visor mirror that will draw slightly the cab driver's attention towards him, Mr. Tyson. Soon the rain would begin to fall heavily and a traffic would hold for a second the heartbeat of the over excited and impatient young man who is in a haste to get to where he is going to.

One of the passengers, in the person of Mrs. Taylor, a young black middle aged lady appearing to feel very cold was shivering in the taxi that Tyson also had boarded too and Tyson had called her attention, ma'am, are you feeling cold? Yes, my son, the lady had replied him. He then showed kindness by lending his black coat to the woman who appreciated kindly the young man, Tyson's gesture towards her.

“I'm Mrs. Francesca Taylor, what about you, she had asked the young man (Tyson). I'm Tyson Palmer, Tyson had replied. Nice to meet you, ma'am, as they expressed immediate fondness for each other”.

“You are a black right, Mrs. Taylor asked Tyson. No ma'am replied Tyson, but my mom's a black from Kentucky, he had continued. That's good to hear, my husband is also from Kentucky, Eastern Kentucky, Mrs. Taylor had said again”.

“Pretty nice, Tyson had replied to her; which state you hail from ma'am, Tyson had asked Mrs. Taylor politely. Okay am from Chicago, Illinois to be precise, Mrs. Francesca Taylor had replied to the friendly Tyson”.

“How about your dad? son, Mrs. Taylor asked Tyson again”

Tyson would hold on for a sec, as he felt unease not like Mrs. Taylor said it rudely or was she wrong for asking such a question but Tyson would stutter and his eyes would tell his response before he would even utter any word at all.

“I understand, never mind, I'm sorry for your loss”.

Mrs. Taylor had spoken softly to the ears of the young man but strong enough to

break the young man, Tyson, into tears recasting the past again.

“Thank you”.

That was the last words Tyson said to the woman before finally halting at his destination after the rain had halted too and the traffic is moving smoothly and no longer hectic again.

Tyson had aligned from the cab but left his coat intentionally with the young black woman, Mrs. Francesca Taylor. He, Tyson would also take off his bow tie as he is preparing to walking into the entrance of the building, take it off, his bow tie to look clearly simple and plain too, on a white long sleeves which instead of getting it tucked-in prefers it to be left flown out from his waist, with his black trouser that is looking capris, which is slightly longer than short pants but still above the ankle.

As he, Tyson had arrived into the beautiful skyscraper in the beautiful city of Kentucky, looking very happy, eager and curious too about what's next in his life and just leaving himself open, expecting both appointments and disappointments along the way. He was approached inside the building by some very muscular guys who happens to be the security guards of the beautiful skyscraper building of 'Mary Todd Lincoln House ' located at Southern Kentucky, they demanded the identity of the young man, Tyson standing right in front of them.

Tyson would try to ignore them and still trying to get in, he thought they were already informed and was looking very happy, with his cowardice and tricky looks they thought, the security guards and the rest of the staff that for Tyson arriving unnoticed, it seems he is trying to sneak in to steal something.

“Hey young man, are you blind and deaf?”

or are you just naturally stubborn and you want your a*s to get beaten for trying to sneak in into this highly designated building of Mary Todd Lincoln House.

“I’m so...I’m sorry, so...so”

Tyson couldn't get any words out of his mouth as he grew a little scared and confused about what is really going on here. That same security guards in the person of Mr. Briggs had repeated himself again;

“Young man what are you doing here all by yourself, Are you trying to sneak in, or probably you're not”

“He continued;you are just finding it really hard to explain yourself, if you have an ID card or something, we (the security guards) out here we could help you get to where you are going or find the person that you are looking for in this place”.

“Okay I’m sorry I’m just only intimidated by your stature and I didn't come here

unnoticed as am just a student and am only a guest invited into this arena by a man who gave me the address to this place to come to this place and see him for something crucial”.

Tyson showed the security guards the man's number including going ahead to show the desk staff which is also the receptionist in the building, the man's number that called him and the desk staff said that;

“This is not just any worker here but my boss and so do you have any appointments with you or any evidence he had invited you to come into this place today and by this time”.

He said;

“Not really clearly he sent me any text or something clarifying our meeting in this place but he said it on the phone and if I had known that it will be this way, I would have recorded the call exactly.

Tyson would say in a scary tone but the desk staff and two of the building guards would burst into laughter making a little jest of the young man and feels that he is lying and would still wouldn't give him Tyson entry.