“How about I go back home and return with the money? You can see that I made a mistake in my selection of cards,” Aidan pleaded stylishly, cold sweat dripping from his face. “I'm sorry sir but unfortunately, we don't do that here. You have to pay your bills before you leave this place. Else, I'll have to call the cops.” As the waiter and Aidan argued, the accountant marched towards them. “What's going on here?” he asked. “This man made an order, ate some food and refused to pay his bills.”“How much is his bills?” the accountant asked, observing Aidan carefully. “Seventy five thousand dollars, sir.”“Sir, why haven't you paid the bills? You look every inch wealthy. I'm sure there's a mix up somewhere,” the accountant immediately took sides with Aidan. Well, he wasn't to be blamed because Aidan looked very wealthy and his outfit cost a fortune. Who didn't want to be in a rich man's good books? It wasn't everyday that one had the luxury of meeting someone who spent such money! “Of

Seeing the chief security officer still standing, the investor yelled, “Did you not hear me, you wretch! Don't let him escape!” But Mr Sawyer had his doubts. There was something about that young man, which was quite different from other people. Jake had a rare confidence that wasn't seen in criminals. He neither defended himself not argued at length. He just stood still and maintained his stand in a very calm manner. “That card belongs to me and I'll request you give it back. You can only accuse me if I did something out of place. I haven't even input my pin yet and you call me a thief. That's wrong according to the law,” Jake said flatly. “How dare you say that this VIP card is yours? That's impossible! You don't qualify to lay a finger on it!” “The card is mine,” Jake maintained his stand. He didn't bother going into details. Aidan, eager to see Jake whisked away like a criminal said to the investor, “Sir, why don't we let him input the pin? He doesn't know it and he'

“Yes, grandfather.”Jake saw no reason to disagree with his grandfather this time. He loved the attention he got today, the slap and the rude shock he had given his classmates as well as those who looked down on him. He believed it was time to come out clean with his real identity. He had paid the people whom he wanted to pay back in their own coin although he had only done a little to them. The Kents had lost some contracts and their company and Vincent Winters had lost his inheritance to his brother. He had also taken care of Michael, of Golden Chandelier, helped his friend, George secure a good job and a lot more things that he couldn't count. “Good. That's all I want to hear from you. I'm very impressed. I'll send your outfit over and don't be late on that day. Jake, I don't want a repeat of what happened the last time. Remember, you are a Frederick and must dress and act as one. Lauren will be there and I want you to show her that you are the perfect man for her. Are we clear?”

Grandfather Ashley stood up and greeted everyone who was present. They were all his friends or business associates, well distinguished men who were within his rank in the business world. The dinner was strictly on invitation and no one below the top social ladder was allowed to come in. In this hall were men whom ordinary people would never have the chance to meet in their lives. Having greeted them, he officially announced his retirement and handed over the company to his grandson Jake Frederick. Jake got up from his seat and was greeted with a standing ovation. He got to the centre of the hall where his grandfather was standing and stood beside him. The only people who had seen him when he entered were the few close friends of his grandfather who were seated on the same table with him. Now, his grandfather was showing him off to the world as the new CEO of the Frederick conglomerate! Camera's clicked as Jake took his stand besides his grandfather and bowed low. He was officially the

Jake sat in front of an large, exclusive style table, made of high quality mahogany wood. He was tapping away on the keyboard of his laptop and the air conditioner and fan buzzed in a corner. He adjusted the swivel chair in his office and stretched himself. This was his third day as the CEO of the conglomerate. “No one told me this work could be tiring too,” he muttered. His office was well befitting of a CEO of his rank. It was typically spacious and elegantly designed. It had floor to ceiling windows that offered a parabolic views of the city. The office had a mix of modern and classic furniture pieces such as a sleek conference table, plush sofas and armchairs. Decorative elements like plant vases and sculptures added a touch of elegance and personality to the space. There was a bespoke bookshelf with books neatly arranged in it. The lightening was smart and beautiful, creating a comfortable and immersive environment. On the wall hung a very beautiful photograph of the CEO, Jake