CHAPTER 5
Author: Nathan Emorey
last update2024-03-20 20:00:59

The walls of the interior was breathtaking! Nathan kept scanning through the wonders of the art and architecture. There was always a sight to behold on every corner and on evey wall.

But he was eager to meet this person who would just give the order to bail him out of prison and who has been waiting for him for years now. It was going to be an absurd story he couldn’t wait to hear.

Or could it be his dad? Nathan had no single idea where he came from. All he knew was that he grew up in an orphanage. As to who took him and his sister there and how the whole situation unfolded, he never asked and was never told.

So he sub-consciously kept things that way! He just stuck to the belief that his parents must have been dead a long long time ago!

After walking inside the billion dollar house for a while, Fred, Nathan and a security guard came to a big hefty door. The door looked ancient, but it was rich. There were chunks of gold that sparkled, reflecting aura and wealth.

“It’s time to meet your Grandfather, young master! He has been waiting!”

“Wait, Grandfath..?”

Fred opened the door to a huge cozy room before Nathan could complete his sentence.

Seated on a couch in the middle of the room was a man. He wasn’t alone. He was with a woman who seemed to be a nurse. She was checking his vitals. That could mean only one thing.

The man was old indeed.

“Grandmaster! Your grandson is home! He has returned!” Fred accounced with a satisfactory smile.

Nathan was still trying to phantom everything that was unfolding before his very eyes.

He has a grandfather?

The man slowly turned back to look at the people in his room. There was Fred, there was a security officer and there was.. a young man who was a bit blurry from the distance. The grandmaster must have had eye problems that came with old age.

“Pass me my glasses, Rose!” The man motioned to his nurse.

As soon as he could see clearly, he rose to his feet and began walking to Nathan Reed who was just watching in confusion.

The old man finally walked up to him. He began touching his face and his eyes and his hair.

Nathan felt slightly uncomfortable. Why would an old man touch him like he was some kind of pet?

The answer lay beyond the tears that were already dropping from the old man’s eyes. Swiftly, he grabbed Nathan and hugged him tightly.

“My son! You are alive! I knew you never died! Oh, your father gave everything to search for you!” The old man sobbed.

“My father? Where am I sir? Who are you? What is going on?” Nathan asked respectfully. He was not supposed to be here. He was too poor to even fit in here. His clothes, his shoes. He felt off!

“You can call me Papa Sam! Come, sit! Let me tell you what happened!” The man offered.

“Your father, Reed, my son. He was the best. He loved you and your sister. She was still a baby back then and you were a bit older. When um, your grandmother died, your father took his family for the burial event. And um..” the man began to shed tears.

“While the plane was still in transit, there was a pilot error. He was drugged and there was a plane crash! The plane went into the Klenat river and many people died. Others went missing. Your mother died as well. But your father managed to survive. He never found you and your sister! He died of heart failure 2 years later! He believed you were out there somewhere! He made me promise to find you wherever you were.”

Papa Sam ended his story halfway. The room was getting too emotional. “But look, we finally found you and your sister! It’s what matters now! I’m sorry I didn’t find you earlier. You had to go through a lot because of me!”

Nathan could not say anything in return. He was quiet all through. The story made sense, but didn’t. Then why didn’t he remember all these things? Did the accident cause him to have memory loss?

“Well, there’s a lot of things for you to do, young man. A lot of documents to sign, a lot of paperwork and companies that are under your name. Your father made sure every single one of his multi billion dollar companies be handed over to the right person! His son!”

“Sir, quit playing games. What do you mean? I’m just a poor boy living hand to mouth to pay my school fees!” Nathan said quickly to defend himself.

“Well, you’ll see. For now, let’s make sure you never wear these types of clothes again! How much do you have in your account, son?”

Nathan couldn’t respond. He just lowered his head in shame. The money left in his account was about $197.

Without waiting for his response, Papa Sam whispered something into Fredrick’s ear and in the blink of an eye, Fred disappeared and reappeared with a slim black box. He walked over to Nathan and opened the box. Inside the box was a card; a black bank card.

“In that card is $20,000,000,000. That is one of the many debit cards that is legally yours, son. But for now, you need to get yourself new clothes and shoes. Kamsi will be settled. As time goes on, when you have mastered the art of the business, everything will be handed over to you!”

Nathan immediately stood up. His face turned pale!

“20,000,000,000?!!!” He gasped deeply. Rays of shock emitted from his face.

Papa Sam chuckled.

“Why are you surprised son? There’s more!”

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