Thirty four.

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

Down at the outskirts of Abuja is none other than the presidents stepson who happens to be named Fuzail, the presidents current wife's son. He is partying around like he's always does, the nights eating up like it was never there to begin with. He's always loved nights because that is the time where he let off some steam and enjoy his bachelorhood like he's always wanted. Done with studies and all the burdens it contains, it is now time to eat up stepfather's wealth. That is what he has been meaning to do since he found himself at the man's home. What is the use of his mother giving him another father if he can't eat the man's wealth as he pleases?

"Fuzail, come over here!" His friend called out from another boot by the far end of the club. Already drunk to the core, Fuzail stumbled to them and sat down close to a pretty lady tha