Indigo season 1

Indigo season 1
Episode 3
Chalya didn’t like the arrogant tone with which her brother addressed their father, ‘That’s enough now Phillip, I am sure father knows what’s best for him.’ She was wary of their constant fights and arguments.
‘I like your brother’s idea…let him finish.’ The older man poured himself a glass of water.

‘The lawyer I hired is an old friend, Moremi Martins, She is an estate lawyer and she knows a great deal of what I am about to do. I will also need the services of Uncle Usman…’ Phillip was about to say more when his father interrupted him from completing his sentence.

‘You cannot work with Usman, I do not like him.’ Alex hated that his son would have anything to do with his younger brother.
‘But father, he is your brother…he is family and if anyone is to be given this great responsibility, it should be someone close, someone that understands the vision.’ Phillip carefully explained.
But the old man wouldn’t have none of it, ‘I don’t care about Usman, find someone else. I offered him contact worth several millions and he carted away with the money, what makes you think that he is a changed person now?’
Phillip was well aware of this family history, but he didn’t care. Uncle Usman had sufficient knowledge about buildings and their architectural designs, and that knowledge was what he was after, it would prove useful in his expedition.
‘Father, I understand that you do not like what I am about to do, but I have already told Uncle Usman about this, I cannot pull him out now, it is too late.’ With that, Phillip gulped a generous quantity of juice and rose to his feet, he took his business appointments easily and breakfast had already eaten into that time.

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Chalya didn’t like the arrogant tone with which her brother addressed their father, ‘That’s enough now Phillip, I am sure father knows what’s best for him.’ She was wary of their constant fights and arguments.
‘I like your brother’s idea…let him finish.’ The older man poured himself a glass of water.

‘The lawyer I hired is an old friend, Moremi Martins, She is an estate lawyer and she knows a great deal of what I am about to do. I will also need the services of Uncle Usman…’ Phillip was about to say more when his father interrupted him from completing his sentence.

‘You cannot work with Usman, I do not like him.’ Alex hated that his son would have anything to do with his younger brother.
‘But father, he is your brother…he is family and if anyone is to be given this great responsibility, it should be someone close, someone that understands the vision.’ Phillip carefully explained.
But the old man wouldn’t have none of it, ‘I don’t care about Usman, find someone else. I offered him contact worth several millions and he carted away with the money, what makes you think that he is a changed person now?’
Phillip was well aware of this family history, but he didn’t care. Uncle Usman had sufficient knowledge about buildings and their architectural designs, and that knowledge was what he was after, it would prove useful in his expedition.
‘Father, I understand that you do not like what I am about to do, but I have already told Uncle Usman about this, I cannot pull him out now, it is too late.’ With that, Phillip gulped a generous quantity of juice and rose to his feet, he took his business appointments easily and breakfast had already eaten into that time.

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‘So soon?’ Chalya, who was on Industrial Training at his company and at the same time working temporarily as his Personal assistant rose to her feet and joined him, knowing how much her brother hated to run late.

‘Yes, goodbye father, I shall give you feedback on all my meetings today.’ Phillip flashed his father a fake smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes and stormed out without collecting the old man’s response.

Chalya felt really bad that Phillip would portray this level of arrogance to their father, ‘Dad, I’m sorry we have to leave you …just be good. I’ll learn how to play Handel Messiah properly when I am back.’ She leaned forward and pecked her dad on his cheek.

‘Thanks honey, just make sure you always watch your brother’s back.’ The man smiled, he loved the way Chalya was built. She was not as hardened as her brother, who had totally changed after their mother’s death. She was just like him, sympathetic and kind.

‘I always will.’ She rinsed her mouth with a glass of water, then rushed out to meet her brother who had already started the car.
Phillip was annoyed that his father couldn’t utter a word of appreciation for what he was about to do for the dilapidated remains of his company. Instead, he was making a fuss about Uncle Usman’s appointment to work on the renovating team.
‘Were you planning to leave me?’ Chalya hopped into the car.
‘Maybe.’ He grumbled.

‘Okay Phillip stop the car, what’s wrong with you? Stop this car!’ She snapped at him, she had enough of his arrogance.
He knew he was losing it, he knew what was really eating him up inside but he was not ready to deal with it.
‘I hate him, I hate the way he runs things. I am even doing him a favor but he feels he has this entitlement mentality. It’s so annoying.’ He pulled the key out of the ignition and buried his face in his palms.

Chalya’s eyes clouded with tears, she knew he was talking about their father.
‘Why do you hate him so much Phillip? Is there something you’re not telling me?’

He took a deep breath, then nodded, ‘I was there when our mother was attacked by that man in the forest reserve where we’d gone for a visit, dad was equally there, but the minute he saw that man coming with a gun, he scurried off like a weakling…’ He wished he could shut is mind from presenting the tragedy of his mother’s untimely death.

Phillip had become embittered that his father could not do anything to save her, instead he had run away leaving his family at the mercy of an assassin who later shot his mother.
‘He is weak! And if you continue to follow his footsteps, you’ll end up like him at sixty-five.’

Tears dripped uncontrollably from Chalya’s eyes, she had never heard this version of the story, ‘Is this why you hate him so much?’ She sobbed.
‘I don’t hate him, I just hate that he is weak.’ Phillip replied, then decided he had dwelt enough on the weakness of his father.

‘We have to go now, I have a lot of meetings, do you mind running through them again?’ He asked Chalya, this time as his personal assistant.
She quickly opened the zip of her bag and pulled out a notebook where she recorded all of her brother’s meeting.
‘You have ten meetings this week…’ she started.
‘Three today with the heads of department of PIE; You have one with the spoke person of the Low Cost neighborhood; one with Moremi; one with Uncle Usman…’
He raised a hand to stop her, ‘I think the spoke person of the low cost neighborhood is where I should begin…what’s his name again?’ Phillip asked.
‘Um, Mai Hassan, are you sure it’s a good idea considering we are about to break bad news to them?’ Chalya was concerned about his safety, but Phillip shrugged it off, ‘It’s only a bad idea to those who cannot afford this. I’ll meet later tomorrow with Barf, the chief supplier of all that we would need for this project, make sure you contact him. It’s not a serious meeting, just for discussion sake.’