THE DEAF BILLIONAIRE

25. Chapter Twenty-five

Barmy lived up to his name.

For some reason, he thought that a clown outfit would be a great camouflage for breaking into Noah Corp.

He also thought that it would be a brilliant idea if he drove into the premises and tried to sign at the guard. It was a wonder he had been let in.

With a big red ball on his nose and face painted white, yellow gloves on his hands; he had pretended to sign words and after a few grunts the man at the high gate had let him in. His happiness was short-lived because as soon as he parked, there were two of them at his door.

Barmy tried the signing trick again. They ordered him to get off the truck but it was a wrong move.  The balloons he had filled with red ink for the "scare" chose to burst for they were on his lap and stained him in crimson. The panicked security men grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off to the cells.

He tried to play dumb again at the police cells and after a long attempt of trying to get him to speak failed, they decided to drag him off to a mental facility for a few check-ups.

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It was early morning that a shivering Barmy in a patient's dress sat on a chair in his boss' office. The man was thoroughly angry, it was a hassle convincing the authorities that Barmy was just a retarded relative who loved playing dress up and walking into corporations or businesses aimlessly.

"Barmy, what is wrong with you ?" His voice thundered as he swiveled in his chair, a cigar in his left hand and brows furrowed in a darkened expression.

"You break into a premises while using the official gate in a clown suit, have you lost your mind !"

"Sir, I thought that, when they see me they would know I came for entertainment,"

"Does Noah Corp look like a circus to you ?"

He started pleading,"Sir, it was a mistake,"

"Really ! You then start signing cluelessly, goodness! What if Noah himself saw you ?"

"You said Noah was never in office past 5 p.m,"

"Does not matter Barmy, if the police got hold of an interpreter, you would have been in the cells until now !"

"But they took me to an asylum!"

"You should be thankful that you seemed mad enough to be let off!"

The man rose, he cough harshly then glared at Barmy, "you have failed again, I am firing you Barmy. The newspaper plan was only a success because I did it by my own self, you on the other hand have proved to be a very useless fellow."

"Sir , I -"

"Nothing, leave my office, this minute. I shall do everything by my damn self,"

Barmy left sobbing.

He remained plotting, he would have to strike soon.