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The Man Who Rules The World
The Man Who Rules The World
The Man Who Rules The World
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The Man Who Rules The World

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Time Magazine has named Morris Phillips CEO John Haynes "The Man Who Rules The World". But that world is put in jeopardy when Lucifer resurrects God Katious, a malevolent despot out to conquer the planet. With the nations' leaders in fear of his all-powerful Gem of Omnipotence, and gods falling before his feet, John must have mountain moving faith in God to help him overcome a threat that seeks to destroy all of humanity.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherShawn James
Release dateMay 3, 2016
ISBN9781310790232
The Man Who Rules The World
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Shawn James

Shawn James is the author of over seventy Books. A graduate of Monroe College he's been writing fiction and nonfiction for twenty years.

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    The Man Who Rules The World - Shawn James

    Chapter 1

    I’m the man who rules the world.

    At least that’s what Time Magazine says.

    I glance down at my picture on the cover of the copy of Time magazine lying on the backseat before turning to look out the tinted windows of the Escalade I’m riding in. I haven’t been to the old neighborhood in a month. I can’t wait to be home again.

    I reminisce about my Dad driving his big red Buick across this bridge to take me for haircuts when I was little as the SUV makes its way off the 145th Street Bridge and drives up the hill to the Grand Concourse. Back then we drove through a wasteland of burnt down buildings and abandoned lots with weeds growing out of them. Now big box retailers have set up shop in that same space. I’m hoping Morris Phillips can make a significant contribution to continuing the progress of the urban renewal here with the distribution center I want to build on Webster Avenue-

    John? E’steem calls breaking my train of thought.

    I look over at my assistant and the tall voluptuous almond colored woman in the red wrap dress brushes her long silky black hair out of her face to smile at me. What’s going on Ms. Katious? I inquire.

    You’ve been real quiet on the ride uptown. You nervous about making that presentation?

    I’m never comfortable about speaking in front of a crowd. You should know I never was much of a talker.

    I thought you’d be getting the hang of making speeches after a year and a half on the job."

    I’ll admit I’ve gotten a little better at public speaking traveling the world as Morris Phillips’ CEO. But I can’t honestly say that I’m a master orator yet. I just hope I can leave a lasting first impression on the brothers and sisters like I did on the Morris Phillips executives in Tokyo last month. It’s a skill I’m still trying to get better at.

    When the company SUV makes its way down the hill and turns onto Third Avenue, E’steem curiously peers out of the window at the shops and gives me a curious look. So what was it like growing up here?

    You read my story.

    That was what Lucifer wanted me to know about you. It didn’t tell me anything about what it’d be like to actually live here.

    I guess a biography would miss out on those little details. It was pretty rough back in those days, especially when I was little. I say. Burnt down and abandoned buildings all around, junkies roaming the streets like zombies. But somehow it was one of the happiest places I’ve ever been.

    E’steem gives me a bemused look. I still don’t understand how you could find joy in poverty-

    We were poor, but we had each other. It was that love my family had that helped most of us overcome the blight. It gave us hope.

    Is that what you want to give to the people in your old neighborhood?

    It’s what I’d like to share with them.

    After all you’ve been through growing up, I wouldn’t think you’d ever want to return here-

    That’s why I have to come back.

    So you’re trying to win hearts and minds?

    Trying to change some. I’m hoping by bringing some jobs to the neighborhood it’ll improve the quality of life down here for everyone.

    Our Escalade makes a turn off Third Avenue at 167th Street and makes its way cross-town. Anticipation builds inside me when we drive past my old elementary school on Washington Avenue. I take a deep breath to calm the anxieties inside me. This speech means a lot to me; I don’t want to mess it up.

    The car eases into a spot in front of the playground. Cool fall air rushes into the backseat as the driver opens the door for us. I step out of the truck and feel the energy from the crowd of reporters, community leaders, and politicians sitting in the yard. After I offer my hand to E’steem and she gracefully steps out and greets me with a smile. You ready? E’steem asks.

    Ready as I’ll ever be. I reply confidently.

    I feel a few eyes on us while we march down the sidewalk. More focus on us as we enter the playground and approach a stage decorated with banners, bunting, and colorful balloons. As I hurry up the stairs, my old classmate Scott Grayson jumps out of his seat and extends his hand. What’s going on John? he greets as he extends his fist for a pound.

    Just a small press conference Grayson. I reply pounding back.

    Small? You got press from all the major networks here.

    You know how Morris Phillips does things. Besides, we want to leave a good first impression on the public.

    Just as Grayson is about to ask me a question, Brent Morrison, my Vice President eases out of his seat. The slender ginger-haired man dressed in a gray flannel suit nervously approaches me looking at his watch. Sir, are you ready to begin?

    I think this is Brent’s first time among so many Black people. Is this your first time in the ghetto?

    "It’s just you have a busy schedule-

    It’s his first time. My appointments can wait.

    Well, how long are we going to be here?

    He may be scared of coming to the Bronx, but he’ll leave when I’m ready to leave. As long as I need to be.

    Well, would you like me to introduce you-

    I know Brent is a skilled orator. But this crowd needs someone who can connect with everyone. Grayson will do the honors.

    Scott lights up on the request. Thanks for the honor man.

    It’s why I invited you.

    Brent grimaces and returns to his seat. Scott strolls over to the podium. Anticipation builds as he gets their attention with a smile. Ladies and Gentlemen. Scott begins. "I want to welcome back a brother who has grown up in this neighborhood. Someone who went to this very school and walked these very streets back in the day. The CEO of Morris Phillips

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