Aiden's Heroic Comeback

Chapter 3

It took Aiden a few minutes to stare at the untraceable alert of a hundred million dollars. He kept trying hard to connect the dots as to who must have sent the money.

However, he knew no one who could give him such a huge amount of money. He had not done any job as well to require such a humongous remuneration.

Then all of a sudden, while he was still wallowing in his myriad of thoughts, he heard his phone chime, bringing him out of his reverie.

A glance at the screen, it did turn out to be an unknown number. He was a bit hesitant to pick, but he later concluded that it might probably answer the questions he had at the moment.

He finally slid the answer button and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Am I on to Aiden Cox?" The masculine voice from the other end stated.

"This … Is he speaking? May I know you?" Aiden raised a brow confused, trying hard not to stutter.

"You can call me Brandy. I believed you received the money, and I am also obliged to tell you, Mr Cox, that you've inherited a great fortune from your grand uncle who just passed a week ago"

"A what?!" Aiden's jaw dropped. He pinched himself to ensure he wasn't in a dream. "A fortune?" He asked, still puzzled.

"I don't have any relatives or family, let alone a grand uncle," he stated, still very surprised.

"Mr Cox, I know you have a lot of questions right now, and I am going to answer everything," Brandy said reassuringly. "However, in the meantime, Mr Cox, I would like us to meet to discuss further details."

"You mean there is more?" Aiden was constantly throwing out the question, because all that happened to him were never what he envisioned for himself in his present life.

"Yes, Mr Cox. A lot to talk about. Please come over to Vuiton Co. tomorrow at exactly 9 am."

"I definitely will make it there." Aiden responded with an in-depth heart of joy.

After the call went off, he rolled on his bed several times. His day had ended on a bad note, but now, he had found the courage to smile.

Aiden turned his face to the ceiling staring at nothing in particular with a broad smile curled on his lips. "Finally."

He had heard of Vuitton before, the most recognized software company that ran into billions of dollars. He read about them in the news and on the blogs.

They had other arms of businesses that they managed. What he did not know about them was that it was owned by a family member of his. He was beyond elated.

However, his bundle of joy was suddenly interrupted by the noise from Lena's room. It was a cheap apartment, one that he had managed to afford, so the walls were so light.

He concluded that it was probably her job. He wondered how she managed to survive with her influencing job on social media. He could never understand how that worked.

He could barely speak to strangers, but here was someone, willing to communicate with thousands of people online. On some nights, she did not let him sleep, at least not with the loud music and chatter that streamed into his room.

Aiden heard her burst into bouts of laughter at intervals. There was the way the tone of her voice sounded, that suggested to him that she was talking to a man.

She was a beautiful lady, and it was no surprise that most of her followers online were mostly male. Sometimes, he could hear her conversations clearly as she flirted endlessly with them.

Aiden however sighed slightly and then fell back to his bed, mumbling. "I hope she's doing well there."

After this, he couldn't tell when sleep took him off.

He woke up the following morning with a start, and bolted out of bed remembering he had an appointment. Waves of excitement coursed through him.

He looked at the bedside clock and realized it was just 6am, but then considering the period where he has to dress up and traffic, it might take forever before he would get to Vuitton Co.

In a frenzy, he dashed towards the shared bathroom, forcefully opening the door. He realized a figure was in the bathroom in the dim light. They had not changed the bulbs in a while.

He could clearly make out Lena's silky smooth fair skin in the bathroom, but he was not too sure about it.

Turning around, she screamed at the top of her voice. "You pervert! What are you doing staring at me?" She tried to grab a towel to cover her exposed body.

"You should have locked the door as well, knowing fully well that you have a male occupant in the house," Aiden said as he turned away to prevent him from seeing her anymore..

"How should I have known that you would be up this early? You don't rise by this time. At least for two years of living here, you never got out of bed by six. And how am I supposed to know that you were going to do so out of the blues, huh? Pervert!" Lena yelled out, her tone laced with anger.

He had seen her the previous day in such an uncomfortable position, and now, history was repeating itself.

Lena slammed the bathroom door to his face in annoyance.

"Wait Lena!" Aiden called out faintly. He was embarrassed as well, seeing her in such an awkward state the previous day and then now again. The coincidences were now making him seem like a pervert for real this time.

Time was not on his side so he couldn't wait for Lena to finish up before he washed up. As such, he left back to his room, checked his closet only to realize he didn't have any respectable clothes to put on.

Majority of his clothes were worn out from long periods of usage. He however managed to slip into a decent pair of sneakers, and a partially worn out t-shirt.

In order not to misuse the opportunity, Aiden thought that it was better he was there before the arranged time.

He got to Vuiton Co at exactly 8 am on dot, in his wrinkled clothes, messy hair, unwashed face and as well dark circles beneath his eyes.

However, before he went into the tall glassy building, Aiden couldn't help it, he had to stop by to admire the intricate structure, and superficial arrangement of the surroundings, giving it a unique style different from anything Aiden had ever seen.

"This is massive." he did tell himself after which he proceeded in.

Barry had sent him the number to what office he was coming to, therefore, he needed no one directing him.

The moment he stepped in, Aiden was about to head for the elevators, when he heard the tiny voice. "Hey, stop. Who are you?"

He turned around to sight the owner of the voice.

Reception was clearly written and placed above her desk. Everything about her screamed elegance, suggesting that she was paid handsomely.

He was not surprised that a fair and beautiful lady like she had such a voice. However, just as was peculiar to a journalist, she did not have that warm smile.

She had a cream blond hair cascading down her shoulders, bouncing after her, as she swayed her hips from side to side, covering the distance between herself and Aiden.

"What do you think you are doing? Where are you off to?" She asked him as she had already considered his messed-up looks.

She was going to think that he was insane and quickly kicked out of the building, but her job required her to be accommodating of anyone that came into the building.

"I need to see the general manager, Mr Barry. I have an important meeting with him."

The receptionist scoffed heavily, straightened up and said. “You need to use the exit, not see the general manager.”

Aiden on the other hand, could feel the mocking expression from her, but then, a glance at his watch, and realized it was twenty minutes to nine. He resolved that he couldn't allow a mere secretary to waste his golden opportunity.

Therefore had dashed towards the elevator, leaving the receptionist yelling.

Fortunately for him, the moment he approached the elevator, another lady also did at the same time.

Aiden was, however, about entering his floor number, but then he realized it wasn't working.

His confusion doubled, never had he encountered such an elevator, and now he was stuck.

He looked towards the female employee with whom they came in together.

"Miss, can you help me? It's not working?"

She rolled her eyes at him twice, before she eventually spoke. "You need to use your card," she said to him rudely as she took out her card from her bag.

"Can you, h…"

"Don't even think about it. If you need some help, go meet the receptionist," she smashed her lips heavily in disgust.