Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 1 - Episode 17

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Indigo (Shade of a golden heart) - Season 1 - Episode 17

I know you’re going to call me weak like you always call dad, but I don’t care. No one will tell you the truth, no one would lead you to the path of light except I, your sister who loves you so much.’

He had never seen his baby sister like this. He could tell that something weighed heavily on her small shoulders and he couldn’t wait to hear it.
‘I won’t call you weak for having an opinion, just don’t sound like our father.’ He rolled his eyes.

‘I don’t like the way you’re going about this renovation. I know you mean well for dad’s legacy and for the people, but for a second stop and have a rethink.’ She had cried throughout the night, after discovering that the bulk of people occupying those buildings were extremely poor. Instead of destroying the place that had become home for them along the years, Phillip could renovate for free and even reduce their current rent.

They had enough money that could last them a lifetime as PIE was doing extremely well.
‘Really? So how should I go about it?’ His sister’s advice irked him, she sounded exactly like their dad.

‘You can renovate for free and reduce their rent. Those people are very poor Phil, you need to pay that place a visit, so you understand their financial plight. Nobody living there presently can afford half a million as rent. You know this, but you are hardening your heart and trampling on the poor if you refuse to listen to me.’

Phillip hated mixing empathy with business, ‘Okay, enough! You know nothing about legacy. The Low cost housing is what is left of our father’s legacy and I am trying to polish that for both of us. You think this is about me? It’s more about you because I have PIE. I am terribly disappointed in you Chalya, I expected you to understand that I am doing this for your own good.’ He barked at her, he had a feeling his father had put her up to this.

‘You’re not doing this for me and we both know that.’ Tears poured on her cheeks, she knew exactly why Phillip was bent on punishing those people.

‘Okay tell me.’ He walked away from the table and moved towards the only window in the office.

You are doing this because you hate father. You are intentionally spiting him because he does not have money like you do. Don’t be selfish Phillip. You can renovate that place for free and still remain a billionaire. If you go ahead with that plan of yours to oppress those poor people, I don’t think I ever want to be associated with you.’ She packed all of her papers and rushed out of the office before he could say one more word to her.Her last words touched him, how could Chalya say such hurtful words to him?

‘You’re still a child, you know nothing about legacy.’ He concluded before returning to his chair the moment he heard a knock.
‘The door is open.’ He called out.

Hello Handsome.’ Her eyes twinkled as she spotted him in his executive chair. Phillip Hajjo was a god, he looked very simple in a shirt and denim, but the aura of a boss was all over him and she liked it.

‘Moremi…’ he welcomed her with a smile.
‘Well that’s my name.’ Her voice was barely a whisper, she was drawing him closer to her. Her actions were full of purpose and intent.

Something weird was happening to him. Before, the sight of Moremi could turn him on, but he felt nothing as he stared at the brown beauty. Her seductive moves had no effect on him. His focus was on her findings and the next step for they were going to take.
‘Have a seat beautiful.’ He smiled.
‘Thanks love.’ She quickly settled in before crossing her long legs.
‘What can I offer you?’ Phillip inquired.
‘Nothing, I came here strictly for business.’ She opened her briefcase and fetched the files where she had recorded some important things.

What now? Phillip thought. He hoped that Moremi had not come to tell him how devilish his plans were, just like Chalya had done.

‘I went to the Low Cost Housing today. I spoke with some tenants and told them about our plans. We just have one man who would be a stumbling block to this whole process.’ She clasped her hands together while waiting for him to give her feedback.

He noticed that what she had collated was similar to Chalya’s work. The files had the names and occupation of the all the tenants.
‘This is good.’ He liked the neat work that she had delivered.
‘Yes.’ She smiled.
‘So who is this man that would want to stop our move?’ Phillip asked.

She cleared her throat and readied herself for the next part.

‘His name is Mallam Hassan and he is the head of all tenants. He is an old man, but from what I observed, he is really influential. If he turns the people against us, you may not be able to achieve your dreams.’ She carefully explained.
She made him understand that she had told the man everything that Phillip had planned out for their Housing which was for good and not evil. But the man would have none of it.
‘Nonsense! It is my father’s property and I have the right to do with it whatever I choose. I can’t believe you let that man intimidate you.’ Phillip scoffed.

He couldn’t wait to set his eyes on this Mallam Hassan, whoever he was.
‘He can stop you if he wants you.’ Moremi retorted quietly.

‘What?’ He rubbed his temple in annoyance.
‘How can he do that?’ Phillip asked.
‘If he gathers the tenants together and they go on television protesting against you, it could be over, especially if you fail to get your dad’s full consent. If they don’t do that, they could get a very good lawyer who could sue you. This is my work Phillip, you need to trust me.’
‘Sue me?’ That was laughable.
She knew he found it hard to believe, ‘Hey, if you have somebody close who doesn’t buy this idea, the person could work with these peasants to make a mess of you.’

The only person he could think of was Chalya, but he knew she was not that courageous. She wouldn’t dare go up against him.