The alarm clock beeped twice in quick successions. 

　　Adam's hand reached out from under his canopy bed toward his bedside table. He turned it off. He stretched and sat up in bed.

　　7:00am.

　　Not a moment less.

　　He got off after mumbling a quick morning prayer and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up. He hurriedly got into the shower.

　　Today was the day.

　　At 36, which was his current age, he had become the richest CEO of the most famous oil company in the city.

　　Apart from that he had other businesses he established and had other people running for him, like his own glass factory for example. Wil-Hunt Enterprise.

　　He also owned countless of malls, boutiques, restaurants, hotels, event centers.....hey! He was a business person afterall.

　　His name was common on every tongue and his face plastered on all the trending magazines far and near. He was also displayed on the newspapers and he was always in one press conference or the other.

　　He had shaken hands with a lot of famous people; actors, engineers, doctors, scientists, other CEOs like himself, even with the mayor of their city.

　　Adam was giver of money too. He had donated lots of funds for charity; to orphanages, to a lot of helpless and defenseless people too. He had built great schools and lowered the tuition fee considerably for the students that attended. Their parents were mostly middle class people as they couldn't afford the costly education in the grand schools around.

　　Most of the pupils in his schools were on scholarships as they were bright and smart kids.

　　Adam also helped when they were doing the community service. Everyone had lent a hand to tidy up their environment but Adam's input was incredibly noticeable.

　　He supplied lots of materials for the job and hired the best construction workers to restructure some ancient buildings which had brought the town its past glory but was now lying in ruins.

　　He remodeled their theater and built a public park for all.

　　In fact, if he ran for mayor, he would get elected into office in a heartbeat. That's right, the people loved Adam Hunt. He was a role model for all. Kids wanted to be like him when they grew up.

　　The whole world wanted to be friends with him.

　　But even though he was extremely wealthy, Adam was wise enough to build his private villa in the country side, where the civilization had barely reached, in order to have his time of solitude when he was at home.

　　Adam was a private person. His house was some miles away from the big city to prevent frequent visiting from journalists, reporters or simply people who wanted money.

　　He also did not like the idea of having guards follow him wherever he went or being stationed around his house so he opted for the safer choice of simplicity.

　　Not a grand and flashy mansion in the heart of the city where he would be bugged constantly by the people each day and he would always have to be behind securities, but a nice and smaller quiet villa in his private estate, where no ounce of security was needed. The only securities around were placed at the entrance to the estate and they were no more than four or five.

　　Adam believed in calling the police in case of any emergencies like a normal civilian would.

　　Indeed, the only person that lived with him was his cook, who also doubled as his housekeeper, Mrs.. Mann. She was more like a second motherly figure to him really.

　　There in his small country house, he could live in peace, far away from the hustle and bustle of the main city. No troublesome reporters or pestering people showing up at his doorstep everyday.

　　Sure some people recognized him but the crowd rush was immensely lesser than what it would have been were he to live in the city.

　　Safe at home, he could watch his soccer match without the fear of being watched secretly with some hidden camera by some rather persistent and nosy journalist who was thirsty for a story update about his life.

　　He showed up in large gatherings in black shades and a different look most of the time to avoid the ubiquitous press.

　　He had just three vehicles, a jeep, a car and a motorbike. He had had the bike since he was a teenager in high school.

　　To him, keeping a whole fleet of unused cars parked in a garage in one’s house was a waste of hard-earned resources, which could be better invested. Besides, having two vehicles didn't make him any lesser than the other rich folks.

　　Adam came out and put on his deluxe lounge suit and slipped on his wristwatch. It was the latest product from Dee-Designs, a renowned watch making company. He oiled and styled his black hair, then he neatly combed it into a simple style.

　　After checking himself out in the grand mirror paved in shiny silver that hung in his bedroom, he grabbed his car keys and headed out of the room.

　　Half-way down the stairs, he could smell breakfast being cooked.

　　Mrs.. Mann is at it again. He thought, extremely pleased as he hurried down the stairs, a smile on his lips. Adam, like most men, loved food a lot; good food.

　　Most times he overpaid the elderly cook that worked for him out of gratitude for her delicious meals.

　　Next to his mum's cooking hers topped the chart.

　　As he got to the last step, he got a call on his private number. That number was only given to his family members and closest friends. The other number was for his numerous businesses.

　　He glanced at the name.

　　Vanessa.