"What??" Jeremy snapped, he could not help himself, "Another heir?" He asked, his eyes wide and his jaw slack. Sinclair only nodded, it was best he told Jeremy all he could, there was no need to hide the information anymore. He couldn't believe he'd been blind to seeing that it just might be true all along, not until he received that call the previous morning, telling him that the heir to the Kingston fortune just might not be a myth. "I don't understand, none of this makes any sense, why would the lord have a secret child? Why would he have to keep him away, how could he ever do that when Hilda is alive and we all know what she is capable of doing?" Jeremy asked all at once, he couldn't believe he was going to face an even worse competition with another man who felt entitled just because they had Kingston blood flowing through them. "Sinclair, why are you telling me this?" Jeremy asked, then looking closely at how calm the lawyer was, he asked, "Oh, I think the better question sho

A few days after Jeremy was being told of the unknown heir, he launched a powerful search in the city for him and it was shortly after known by the other partners. Eugene walked into the Kingston estate that morning with a frown on his face - which was fast becoming his signature expression. He was apprehensive and had to speak with the only partner he could trust - Hilda. Hilda and Gilbert were in a heated argument as he got into the living room. The maid offered him a glass of wine and he took it, he was slowly getting used to them and figured that they'd need him too much to try hurting him now, he knew just when to be wary of the woman - or so he thought. "You have to act like the son you are!" She snapped at Gilbert who was seated on the couch, some blonde girl who looked way too young was perched on his lap, at that moment, she wished she hadn't accepted to have a sleepover at the Kingston estate. That night, it had seemed a cool idea to go out with the rich kid and get a fee

Jeremy Harrison smiled as he got out of the car, his eyes set on a high building that looked to be a factory. He could not believe he'd been looking for one man for so many days. "Are you sure I'm at the right place?" He asked Hanson who was on the phone with him. "Yes, it's the noodles factory down south, right?" He asked and Jeremy confirmed, "I know what you're thinking." "Yeah, I was expecting a Kingston to be better off, if he's working in some factory then he should either own it or something close, but no, he's just a shift worker," Jeremy said as he pulled on his hat and moved down the steep path to the factory. He'd parked his Bentley a good distance away, hoping not to draw so many eyes to himself but even as he went down the path, he could see a few workers stop by and stare at him, maybe his suit? Jeremy had just finished up from the office when he arrived at the factory, he wished he had the time to change into something more plain - maybe a T-shirt and a pair of jea

The room was dark, just a faint blue light shed its slightly eerie glow around. It was one of those nights when Sinclair needed a cold beer and he had made a bad pick of bars. The bar was at the corner of town, it was supposed to be a quiet place where they could talk without eavesdroppers because, well, nobody would care what they were talking about when girls were gyrating on the dance floor and men were ready to get a feel. "You overdid it today," Jeremy said with a bored expression as he looked at the noisy crowd around him. “That's the whole point, it's supposed to be away from all the wealth and elite bullshit, someplace we can talk without looking over our shoulders," Sinclair replied and Jeremy only stared at him, long enough for him to crack a smile and admit that he didn't think the bar would be that bad. "Yeah, I didn't think the place would be this crowded, I admit." Jeremy sighed and asked him if the lady was running late. He'd finally agreed to bring a third party i

"Are you sure of what you're telling me?" Jeremy asked Hanson over the phone. His attention was taken off the work on his table, he couldn't believe his ears. “Yes, sir, I have a few pictures too," he said and then Jeremy heard his phone beep, clearly he'd dropped a picture. "Thank you, Hanson, you're misy helpful," Jeremy said just as he ended the call. He was fuming with anger as he saw the picture. Hilda and Eugene were both talking to a young man in a restaurant, his head was bowed down slightly and he wore a deep red baseball cap, his eyes behind a pair of Ray-ban. He didn't consider it a choice of fashion, it was clear the man wanted to remain hidden. "Fuck!" Jeremy swore loudly and slammed his fist on the desk at about the same time that his secret, Bob entered. The young man jumped at the sound and almost retreated before Jeremy called him back and asked what the matter was. "Ummm...I can come back if now is not a good time," Bob said meekly, Jeremy glared at him and he qui