Dial - Season 1 - Episode 4

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 4

The company was in trouble and facing liquidation, and so I formed a shadow financial company and supported them with loans…huge loans.

Two years after my father’s death the company was having its Annual General Meeting when I showed up. They owed me so much money that I virtually owned the Company!

That night was one of the best nights!
When my mother saw me she was thrilled! She thought I had forgiven her and gone back to her for some motherly love!

Well, I just told them who I really was, and how they owed me their livelihood. I told them that I was the son of the man they rejected, and if it took my fancy, I would yank the rug from under their feet!

My grandfather, my mother’s father, almost had a heart attack with shock alone! It served him right; he deserved it!

My grandmother, one of my sex slaves, stared at me and shed the greatest tears. It was a horror for her! She was convinced I had planned it all, even making love to her. She could not be convinced that it had been a co-incidence.

I left that meeting grinning from ear to ear, knowing that they were in my palm, and I could sq££ze them dead anytime I wanted!

They would now live in great fear, dreading the day I would come and threaten them and actually mess them up.

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I had the looks, and I had the money; I could’ve filled that DIAL list faster if I had wanted to, but I didn’t want just any girl.

It was the thrill that I craved; I wanted to pursue, to conquer and to fill the list.

The harder the target, the better. In a way that DIAL list was a quality list. The ladies on it ranged from singles to married to young to old. They had one thing in common though: they were all pretty beautiful and hot!

A few had been the spur-of-the-moment kind of fling, like my grand-mother. Most, however, had been classic women who had given me a run for my money. Some had believed they could never be played.

Well, I played them, and had them.

Two years on after my father’s death, I was on Number 44 on the DIAL list.

The girl I wanted to fill that slot was called Bajoe.

She was a Krobo girl, as radiant as the dawn of day.

She was tall, fair, royal and curved out just right.

Actually, she was the associate partner of a law firm that was trying to drag us down for a business deal we had with one of associate partners.

The old man that owned the business didn’t play fair, and sought to pull a fast one on me. I was smarter, though, and turned the tables on him. In the process he lost his business, and I took over. He went to the lawyers who slapped us with a lawsuit.

They sent Bajoe over to see if a deal could be worked out.