Title: FASHION CITY

Logline: The egocentric nature of a middle aged man reflects on his billion dollar empire in the brink of collapsing. His only options are his pride, or a simple phone call.

Mr Alex Balogun a.k.a the Viper a man of few words and quick action was not the one to mess with. Owner of the biggest fashion company in Africa, he has it all or does he? Maybe. Lately, they have been rumours circulating in gossip media regarding his company. "Fashion city" collapsing?

Alex sighed throwing his tenth gossip magazine for the day in his trash. Gritting, he got up and walked towards his window. He looked out and saw his legacy. His company more like a city gazed back at him mockingly or so he thought.  The media was at it again but this time around, they weren't totally fabricating stories. Fashion city was really in trouble. Alex knew what he had to do but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Perhaps that explained the dark circles around his eyes. He had weighed the prons and cons and although the former won, it destroyed his pride. Defeated, he picked up his phone and placed a call to his personal assistant.

"Hello sir how may I be of help to you?" A bubbly voice asked from the other end if the line. Seconds past with no reply. After an eternity or so it seemed, he finally replied. "Call Sonia and tell her to place a call to all her siblings. All four of them. Tell them it's time to come back home"

Alan wasn't the kind of guy you bothered. Built like the Greek God of war himself and standing at a towering height, he was your typical fine man. He had deep brown eyes, dark hair and the pinkest lips. His perfect face was covered by a more perfect wolf like beards that kept the ladies swooning constantly. But this was a different Alan Balogun. First son and child of the viper himself. Millionaire fashion designer. And finally, husband to a very rare beauty who had won many prestigious beauty pageant  "Amanda". The woman that had captured his heart the first day he met her. Standing by his side she looked at him, wondering what made him looked so troubled. Minutes passed and she decided to ask what was troubling him when he raised his head up and their eyes locked. The words that came out of his lips changed their whole lives forever. "The viper just called, and he wants everyone home"

For Sonia her destiny had always been clear to her and the world. "Take care of daddy"
It really to her was the easiest thing to do due to the simple fact that she had no social life. Scratch that, she had no time to engage in the worldly pleasures the earth had to offer. Being the managing director of her father's company also played an important role in making her more anti social. Not that she wasn't a beauty. I mean common she's a Balogun. She had the height, she had their signature brown eyes. Also, the pinkest lip no surprise there considering her perfect light skin. Her curves could bring a man to his knees and positioned right on top those long legs it usually did. (Not like she'd notice right?). Anyways, she Looked focused as usual but if you looked closely. Wait! Is that worry in the stone cold beauty's face? Well what'd you expect? She had just put a phonecall to all her siblings. They were coming back home and whenever the Baloguns were together you already know it's a recipe for disaster and so she prayed silently. "God help us all"

"Hey youngest, when you get this message, call me. Dad wants us to come home Asap" Jace sighed dropping his phone. There was worry all over the face of the movie star/model. He was a beautiful man anyways (that is if you could call a man beautiful) He was one of the black sheep of the family that Is if you actually consider any one of them to be good. He stood at the same height as his elder brother and also shared his Greek God like features. The only difference could be seen in his skin colour which unlike his elder brothers brown and his younger brothers light skin, he's was dark. And he loved it

Perryfire:
Title: FASHION CITY

Logline: The egocentric nature of a middle aged man reflects on his billion dollar empire in the brink of collapsing. His only options are his pride, or a simple phone call.

Mr Alex Balogun a.k.a the Viper a man of few words and quick action was not the one to mess with. Owner of the biggest fashion company in Africa, he has it all or does he? Maybe. Lately, they have been rumours circulating in gossip media regarding his company. "Fashion city" collapsing?

Alex sighed throwing his tenth gossip magazine for the day in his trash. Gritting, he got up and walked towards his window. He looked out and saw his legacy. His company more like a city gazed back at him mockingly or so he thought.  The media was at it again but this time around, they weren't totally fabricating stories. Fashion city was really in trouble. Alex knew what he had to do but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Perhaps that explained the dark circles around his eyes. He had weighed the prons and cons and although the former won, it destroyed his pride. Defeated, he picked up his phone and placed a call to his personal assistant.

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