Thirty Three

Thirty minutes later, Donovan got home. Entering the living room, there was someone there. Someone he knew so well.

“What do you want?” He asked coldly without looking at her.

“Do you realize I birthed you?” Mrs Keid uttered dropping the glass of champagne she had been drinking.

Donovan didn't answer her, he dropped his key on the tv stand before going to his bar. Although annoyed that his mother was around, he would still like to know why she had come.

“What do you want, Mrs Keid?” Donovan poured himself some alcohol.

“Well, you didn't give me a response over the phone about the trip?” She stood and walked closer to him while he thought about what she had told him.

“I don't like your idea, I'm not going over there. You know Mr sultan, he's crazily religious and all that.” Donovan gulped all the drink at once and it burnt his throat.

“And he is crazily rich, this man is willing to award us a three billion naira contract. A contract that's meant to be shared between fifteen peop