[The next morning, at the Young Blood offices.]

Juke: Good morning, Mr Jacobs.

Sham: What the hell do you want from me, Juke?

Juke: Mr Jacobs, that is not the way to greet your boss.

Sham: Juke, please leave me alone.

Juke: Mr Jacobs I heard the good news; that you’ve been removed from the CEO’s position with immediate effect.

Sham: So what’s good about that?

Juke: Oh by the way, that is not what I am here for.

Sham: What do you want, Juke?

Juke: I came to pass my deep condolences about your loss.

Sham: What loss, Juke?

Juke: Oh, you don’t know?

Sham: No, I don’t.

Juke: It’s about your friend, Glen.

Sham: What about Glen?

Juke: The police found him dead in his car, with more than 52 bullets in his body and a knife in his eye.

Sham: (shocked) What? Oh no, oh no. Please tell me that you are joking.

Juke: Unfortunately that is true, Sir.

Sham: (crying) Oh my God! Oh my God! Why is this happening to me?

Juke: I am so sorry, Mr Jacobs.

Sham: I tried to phone him several times last night, but he did not answer his phone.

Juke: Shame, may his soul rest in peace.

Sham: Every time when I think things are going my way, everything turns out to be a living hell.

Juke: Don’t cry, Sir, that’s how life is.

Sham: (crying). How can I stop crying Juke? I just lost a friend, a brother and a hero in my life.

Juke: You are going to be strong, Sir.

Sham: No, no Juke, I’ve got nothing to live for now; Glen was like a brother to me. I lost everything in my life. I deserve to die.

*****

[In Lucky’s office.]

Mr Dhlamini: Mr Nzimande, they say you want to see me?

Lucky: Thanks for coming, Mr Dhlamini.

Mr Dhlamini: It’s my duty to ensure that I obey your wish, Mr Nzimande.

Lucky: May you please call me Lucky, Mr Dhlamini?

Mr Dhlamini: It’s fine Lucky.

Lucky: Thank you, Sir.

Mr Dhlamini: So Lucky, what do you want us to talk about?

Lucky: Mr Dhlamini you are a managing director, right?

Mr Dhlamini: Yes Lucky I’m the MD of this company, so what can I do for you?

Lucky: I want you to go and inform our employees and management that I have managed to convince all our clients not to leave the company.

Mr Dhlamini: Wow, that’s good news Lucky.

Lucky: Thank you, Sir.

Mr Dhlamini: So did you managed to convince the Americans to allow us to present our ideas?

Lucky: Yes, I did. But they don’t believe that I am capable of impressing them.

Mr Dhlamini: They will be fools for not seeing that you are capable of everything.

Lucky: (smiling) That’s not true, Mr Dhlamini.

Mr Dhlamini: It’s true Lucky; you are the best CEO ever in this company.

Lucky: Thank you, Mr Dhlamini.

Mr Dhlamini: So how many South African companies are appointed to do a presentation for this contract?

Lucky: We were four, but unfortunately the other two companies were disqualified.

Mr Dhlamini: Why?

Lucky: They tried to bribe the chairman of the board.

Mr Dhlamini: So, do you think we have a chance to get this contract?

Lucky: Yes, we have to do whatever it takes to get this contract, Mr Dhlamini. This is a billion-Rand contract and we can’t afford to lose it to any company.
Mr Dhlamini: So Lucky, do you want me to take over in this presentation process?

Lucky: No Mr Dhlamini, I will handle them myself. This is a boss-centered process.

Mr Dhlamini: Do you think you can manage to convince the Americans to give us the contract?

Lucky: Trust me Mr Dhlamini; I am good in this field.

Mr Dhlamini: OK, congratulation in advance Lucky.

Lucky: Thank you, Sir.

*****

[At Sham’s house.]

Sham: Who are you and what do you want here?

Ntuthuko: Mr Jacobs, that is not the way to greet your best friend.

Sham: My best friend?

Ntuthuko: Yes, your best friend, Sir.

Sham: Listen here young man, I am not your friend and I don’t know you.

Ntuthuko: You will, don’t rush.

Sham: Listen young man, I am a very dangerous man and I don’t think you would love to mess with me.

Ntuthuko: Are you threatening me, Mr Jacobs?

Sham: No, I am not threatening you but I am warning you.

Ntuthuko: But unfortunately, Mr Jacobs, I am not afraid of you or any of your boys.

Sham: Boy, I am warning you.

Ntuthuko: I am warning you too, Mr Jacobs.

Sham: What do you want in my apartment?

Ntuthuko: I want to make a deal with you, Jacobs.

Sham: What deal?

Ntuthuko: I want you to sign all of your late wife’s assets over to Lucky.

Sham: What, are you mad?

Ntuthuko: No, I am not mad but I am trying to be reasonable here Mr Jacobs.

Sham: Oh… I see, Lucky sent you here to tell me that shit that you are telling me now.

Ntuthuko: He doesn’t know that I am here and I hope you are not going to confront him.

Sham: Why not?

Ntuthuko: Because if you do so then you’ll be leaving me with no choice but to kill you.

Sham: Is that a threat?

Ntuthuko: No, it is not a threat but it’s a promise.

Sham: So you want me to give Lucky my legacy and get what in return?

Ntuthuko: You must give Lucky everything that you inherited from his mom’s will; in exchange I will not disclose the information that proves that you killed your wife and Lucky’s father.

Sham: (shocked) You are bluffing, you son of a bitch.

Ntuthuko: If that is what you think, Mr Jacobs, do as you like. But be informed that if I leave this house without a written agreement, I am going straight to the police station to report you.

Sham: It’s OK, I will sign that contract. But please promise me that you are not going to tell the policy and Lucky about this information.

Ntuthuko: So what are you waiting for, Mr Jacobs?

Sham: But please ask Lucky not to chase me out of this house, I’ve got nowhere to go.

Ntuthuko: Stop wasting my time, Mr Jacobs, just sign the bloody contract.

[Mr Sham Jacobs has no choice but to sign the contract in order for his secrete to remain private and safe. After he signed a contract…]

Ntuthuko: Well done Mr Jacobs. Oh by the way, Lucky asked me to send his deep condolences about Glen.

Sham: Thank you.

Ntuthuko: Yeah but I think Glen got what he deserved, don’t you think so, Mr Jacobs?

Sham: (crying) Glen was like a brother to me, he was everything I could ask for in the world.

Ntuthuko: Oh, shame poor guy, but he should have listened to people when they warned him that no one messes up with Lucky Nzimande.

Sham: (shocked) It was you and Lucky who killed Glen, huh?

Ntuthuko: No, let’s say we gave him a piece of your medicine. But by the way, we both know that he deserved to die like a donkey.

Sham: You son of a bitch! You will pay for what you did to my home boy.

Ntuthuko: Let’s hope you are not going to do something stupid, because we’ll make your day a very dark night.

Sham: You got what you wanted, so please, take your small ass out of my bloody house.

Ntuthuko: It’s not your damn house anymore Mr Jacobs, don’t forget that.