The room was well illuminated and decorated. The Golden Chandelier cast it's warm golden light on the room, adding taste, class and glamour to it's appearance. The lavish space was tailored to specifically impress the rich and powerful men who often came there for gatherings. It offered an unalloyed air of lavish and sophistication. Sky admired the walls draped in rich velvet and the gleaming marble floors. Men of high class were seated and the gathering was due to begin in five minutes. At the door stood bouncers, who dutifully and strictly checked invitation cards before letting anyone in. Amelia had gruelled at so many's feet just to obtain that invitation for her daughter. Sky promised to do her best. Her dinner gown was beyond description, it was fabulous. She dressed her best that night and she was putting on the latest designs from Aurora weaves. She had a good taste in fashion and she had combined her tastes and styles with the lastest clothes and jewelleries, giving rise to

When she got closer to them, a bouncer stopped her midway. “You can't step further than this. Go back Miss.”She strained her neck to see more but there was no Jake in sight. Had she seen wrongly? Or was it her imagination?“Of course, it should be my imagination. Jake can't be with Reed. No, he's hopeless.”Sky went home and relayed the outcome of the meeting to her mother. Amelia was unhappy that they lost Reed. “We will try again, child.”Grrrnnggggg! Grnnnggggg!!Jake's phone rang. He stretched his hands lazily and picked it up. He was seated in an air conditioned office, going through the files that were brought before him. His grandfather had officially handed the company over to him and charged him to do his best. The caller was George. “Hello George.”“Jake! You will not believe what I'm about to tell you right now! I'm super excited!” George exclaimed. Jake smiled. He knew what his friend was about to say, after all, he was the one who put him in the managerial position.

“Wife? Grandfather how…”Grandfather Ashley ignored him entirely and acted like he didn't say a word. “She's very beautiful and she's the perfect wife for you. She's the first daughter of Lucas Grant, the owner of Lorento Halls.”“But grandfather, I don't need a wife,” Jake pointed out. “Yes, you need a wife. I'll be arranging a date with her family next week and you must be there.”Jake thought hard. Firstly, he wasn't ready to reveal his identity to the public. But if he's on a date with Miss Lauren Grant, there was no way it will not be known that he's the grandson of Ashley Frederick. “Grandfather, I'm opposed to that. I will find a wife in no time, grandfather. I don't want any arranged dates, please grandfather.”Ashley didn't respond, instead, he continued eating his food. Two days had passed and Jake had forgotten all about the date and marriage talks. He woke up that morning full of vigour and got dressed, ready to go to the head office of the Frederick conglomerate in th

Amelia found her way to the bathroom and touched up her makeup, then walked calmly back to the event. But on getting there, she saw new sets of goods on display! Her plan was to announce Jake as the owner, then tell everyone that he was the one who purchased those fake products. However, Jake beat her to it, he won again.After Richard told Jake that the Kents were planning to sell out fake products, he ordered a delivery of the real and original ones. The plan was to replace them once Amelia signs over the company. He knew that Amelia would not let him take the company as well as win the auction. He knew how schemy she was and dealt with her accordingly. The goods were separated in two groups, hers and another group. She screamed and cursed Jake in her head, she couldn't do it out loud. “Once he sells off the ones I bought, I'll tell everyone that it's fake and Jake would be a sore loser,” she decided.Jake gave orders to his lawyers in the car and he alighted afterwards. Scarcely

Jake spent the following day crouching over files and studying them. Despite his numerous visits to their different companies, he still haven't covered up to one tenth of the companies he owned. He was going through the files as his grandfather insisted and Richard was there to help him if need be. By evening, he decided to take a break. Then he recalled that there was a get together the following day. He went to his wardrobe and picked out a shirt and trousers. They were not very fashionable but they were decent and good looking. He gave them to one of the household servants and ordered her to dry clean the clothes. The D-day for the gathering was finally here. Jake got dressed in the outfit he had picked the previous day. His driver was dutifully waiting for him downstairs. “Good morning, Mr Frederick. Which car are we going in, sir?”“Get the Bugatti,” Jake responded. The driver, Ken, did as he was told and drove the Bugatti out of the garage. Jake got in and the journey began.