One hundred million US dollars!

What would you do with that kind of money?

Either way, it's enough for one to live up to their big dreams. Or to even buy a life.

It all started when Mr. Walker came across a cheque on his way back home from work. It had written $100million in it- signed off, and without the name of the person or organization, it was sent to. Whoever lost it had a bit of bad luck, but to Mr. Walker, he hit the jackpot.

Knowing that it wasn't in South African currency made him feel like Patrice Motsepe.

Mr. Walker walked home to his family happily. He walked dancing on the streets; greeted every pedestrian with a smile, and told them it was his last day of being broke and poor. That in a few days, he would be walking like he had a gold mine in his backyard.

Everyone who met him heard that- Everyone!

Mrs. Walker, a mother of three, was washing dishes in the kitchen when Mr. Walker arrived with a different mood; a mood she wasn't expecting, especially on Monday.

"Look who's home, darling!" said Mr. Walker.

"And why the happy mood, my love?" asked Mrs. Walker. "Did you get some kind of a promotion?"

Mr. Walker laughed and said, "Leave what you are doing and burn the house!"

She laughed, she thought Mr. Walker wasn't thinking straight, he was still drunk. That's why Mrs. Walker refuses, she refused even after she saw the cheque. She thought it was fake, what else could be the reason?

Driving in a Black SUV Mercedes Benz, was Mr. Smith. A high-profiled criminal who just came out of prison a week ago. He was a hitman, a former military general, and now working for the most notoriously wanted woman. Also, he specialized in drugs, human trafficking, and illegal sales of guns and ammunition.

He stopped the car at this warehouse to deliver a package.

At the drop-off point was Mrs. Baloi, Queen of the Association, the reason why crime has become a norm in the neighborhood. A woman with greed. Heartless; she cares less about everything that happens or might happen, only what she said mattered and should happen; dark or blue!

"Good evening, ma'am," greeted Mr. Smith. "The meeting went well and they are expecting their shipment in three days."

"Three days? How much are they paying?" Mrs. Baloi asked.

"They paid $100million in advance."

"What does he want?"

As he searched for the cheque in his pockets, he realized he had lost it.

That same night, Mr. Walker went to the bank to claim the cheque and was waiting for approval. The Walker household didn't sleep all night; the excitement for Mr. Walker and the fear Mrs. Walker had couldn't let them.

In three to seven days, everything they ever wished for was going to be theirs. Living on an island, partying on a cruise, doing shopping every day- everything!

Though the Walkers weren't the only ones awake that night, Mr. Smith, too, was awake- searching for the cheque.

In the morning, Mr. Walker bathed for work as usual. However, he wasn't going to work, he was going to cancel all his clients. From being a handyman to being a South African millionaire.

R1.4billion, what an achievement for Mr. Walker.

It was seven in the morning when he left home to work after breakfast. You should have seen his walk; indeed it was like he had a gold mine in his backyard.

When he was about to reach the spot where he got the cheque, he saw a car from a distance. He had his doubts, but he kept walking as his name says—he had to get to work after all.

"Morning, sir!" said Mr. Smith

"Morning, sir!" he said. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you,” he replied. “I just don't know how I ended up sleeping here."

"Well, in that case, have a nice day."

"Wait, sir. Do you pass here every day?"

Mr. Walker didn't respond.

"You can trust me. Your help would be rewarded."

Mr. Walker still didn't respond.

"How does R1million sound to you?"

That’s when he knew things were about to get messy.

"I'm getting late for work."

"I guess we'll meet again, sir. What's your name?"

"Have a great day, young man."

Mr. Walker left and never turned back.

On the call were Mrs. Baloi and her associate.

"Mr. Wayne, I hope you are doing fine on that side of the world."

"I reckon my cargo is ready to be shipped hence you calling, right?"

"About that, my right man told me you want the shipment in three days- well, two now."

"Are you saying you can't deliver?"

"No, I can. And I will,” she said, “but don't you think three days is too soon for the kind of cargo you want from me? I mean you know I like giving my clients quality not quantity."

"That’s why I paid $100million. That's too much to make everything happen."

"Can we at least add two more days? Or one!"

"Mrs. Baloi, don't test my patience. I want my shipment in two days. Failure to do that, I want my money back!" He hung up the call.

"Damnit! Think, Lindiwe, think!"

Mr. Smith entered her office as she poured herself a glass of Grandeur Gin.

"Tell me you got the cheque, please."

"Unfortunately, I haven't, ma'am."

"What are you doing here? Go find it!"

As he left the office, Mrs. Baloi stopped him.

"If you don't get that cheque by end of today, consider yourself dead."

She drank to it.

Mr. Smith went for a serious search this time. He searched everywhere and made a door-to-door questioning. All he got was a description—a tall, handsome, dark-skinned man passed here claiming he'll be rich in a few days.

According to Mr. Smith, the description matched Mr. Walker, whom he didn't know the name nor whereabout yet. The only way to get hold of him was to wait for him at the spot where they once met. Hopefully, he'd come around.

Sitting on his SUV Mercedes Benz, the afternoon passed, sunset and evening, still hoping that Mr. Walker would appear. Unfortunately, he never passed by.

Standing on a balcony with a cigar was Mr. Shaun, the best PI and IT specialist money could buy. He's been MIA for five years after stealing R100million from a bank within a minute. Though in a hide, he was living his dream life. A life Mr. Walker was about to live.

His phone rang as his wife gave him a cup of coffee.

"Thank you, darling,” then he answered the call. "Mrs. Baloi, what a pleasant surprise."

"Shaun, I need your help. Desperately!"

"I'm listening."

"I know you are in a hide but, how does R100million sound to you?"

He smiled as he sipped his cup of coffee.

That same night, Mr. Smith was working. He did another round of a door-to-door search in the neighborhood; this time, with a gun in his hand- aggressive.

The man left no stone unturned. The more houses he searched without getting his target, the angrier he became. He searched and searched and searched, even in Walker`s household but Mr. Walker was still not there.

It was now two in the morning and the most wanted millionaire wasn't home.

During sunrise, Mr. Smith went back to the spot to wait for Mr. Walker, again.