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HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 27
Mr Edgar was a thick, barrel-chested man elderly man, who looked like he wrestled or was a boxer in his younger days. He still had residue of the body muscles. He had sand-coloured hair, which he kept medium length. And yes, he was something like a bay keeper. He oversaw all the activities that went on in the bay - from the tourists visiting and fishing to the illegal sides too. So he wasn't too surprised to see a rich-looking man enter what he called his office these days. Nothing happened on this bay without Edgar knowing about it. "Mr Edgar?" Jon asked, bending his head to enter the small one-roomed office. The office was a small building that stood alone at the edge of the bay. Just where it linked to the other part of town. It was whitewashed from the sun heating down on it and water from high tides washing against it. "Yes?" Mr Edgar said in a gruff voice. "I'm Jonathan," Jon said, extending his hand. Edgar looked at the hand in front of him and snorted, "Stone?" Jon was t
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 28
THE DRIVE BACK to the tower was a quiet one. As his BMW sped on the highway, Jon was deep in thought. His head was already planning the building infrastructure and mode of operation for the factory. Now, what he needed were boats. Big large boats. They parked in the reserved garage space and took the elevator up, while Luke parked perfectly. As soon as Jon, Rick and Oliver stepped out on their floor, the receptionist on their floor hurried forward and said, "Sir, there is a man waiting in your office." Jon raised an eyebrow. "Hmm." The news was spreading fast about him being the new head. "Rick?" He turned, "Text Jeff. He should be with my father. Ask him what they're up to." "I'll do that," Rick said. "This man…" Jon turned back to the receptionist, "What is his name?" "He did not leave any, sir." She said, "He said you were acquainted with each other, sir." Jon scoffed, "Find an office on this suite for Mr Sinclair and Mr Miller." He said to the receptionist, referring to
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 29
MAXIM ENTERED THE car that was waiting for him at the airport as soon as he landed in New Jersey. While he might seem like a lone ranger, no serious family. But in truth, Maxim Ivanov had a very wide stretch of influence, mostly because of his Russian ties. The Russians see mother to child relationship as stronger than anything, that is one reason they call the country, motherland, and so each of them from Maxim's mother's side would protect him with their lives. They would do anything to make him get an upper hand in the foreign land. He entered the car and pulled out of the airport parking lot, carefully nosing his way into the I-95 highway, "Call Antonio." He said to nobody. "Calling Antonio…" A robotic voice answered and a dialing tone filled the air. There was no answer till the dial tone ended. "Call Antonio again." He said. "Calling Antonio again…" A dialling tone filled the air again. "Hey hey, Maxim…" A cheery voice picked up the phone and said from the other side. "H
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 30
"NEW YORK?" JEFF asked, "But why?" Jeff shrugged and said, "They don't tell me anything." "Hmm, we came to New Jersey with plans of being together," Rick muttered. "Well, Vincent says that I'll be adding much flying juggling between staying here and also being in New York," Jeff said. Rick nodded. He was not happy about the development but he had accepted it. They finished up their food and Jon paid without any trouble. He left a generous tip for the waitress. "Hey, remember what happened at that clothes store? The one with a French name…" Rick said as they left the tea shop, "You might want to upgrade your card as soon as possible." Jon nodded, "I will, and remember I said I was going to buy the store." Rick nodded."I think I'll talk to Vincent about that one. Jon said, heading for the BMW, "I will catch you guys later. I have a Yatch party to prepare for.""You are going on a yacht tonight?" Jeff asked. "Yeah," Jon opened the back seat and got inside, "And Paxton is coming
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 31
QUEEN ELIZABETH the Second sat comfortably in the water, her Hull, reflecting the little remains of daylight sun and shimmering. The chrome details cast a glistering effect on everyone who saw it from shore. "Oh, wow…" Paxton said, "That looks…" They packed at the deck. Jon and Paxton got out, "Hang around, Luke." "Have an eventful night, sir," Luke said. Jon nodded and they walked to the deck, where speed boats were organized to take the guests to the bed yacht."Good evening, sir." The speed boat pilot said. Jon nodded in reply and started putting on the life jacket given to him. "Can you swim?" Rick whispered to Jon, who shook his head in reply. "Then what if the boat capsizes?" Jon chuckled, "It won't capsize, Richard. Put on your life jacket." They both strapped on their jackets and entered the small speed boat. "Are you all set?" The pilot asked.They nodded, "Let's go." The engine revved up and shot out into the water. Rick laughed as the power took him by surprise
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 32
SHE WAS EXACTLY how Jon remembered her to be. Beautiful and elegant. But as Jon remembered her looks, that was the same way he remembered the embarrassment she had caused him in front of Maxim. So he put on an aloof air as he looked at her and said, "Ms Bishop, I presume?" She scoffed and sat down on a stool beside Jon and ordered a dry martini from the bartender. "Can we just put off the act?" She said into her drink. "What are you talking about?" Jon asked. "It's not a coincidence that a food delivery boy saves my ass when I was drunk and then turns out to be the son of one of the most powerful men in the world, and then he outbids my fiancé in a total humiliating manner. What is going on here, Jonathan Stone?" Jon scoffed, "I absolutely have no idea of what you are talking about." He finished his drink, "If you're looking for someone with whom you can spin conspiracy theories, then I suggest you find another person. I'm done here." He stood up with Paxton and started to walk
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 33
JON AND PAXTON shared the boat in silence as it bobbed and cut through the water smoothly. Paxton turned and looked at the silhouette of QEII as they sped off. Now, it was just a large black shape with gold lights shining through its numerous windows. Paxton smiled and sighed, Jon knew that something had happened between his friend and the woman. He called the car - which had a designated number - and Luke picked it up and said, "Hello sir." "We are on our way to shore. Come pick us up.""Okay, sir," Luke said and ended the call. Paxton was still smiling when they pulled up at the dock and got out. They climbed the wooden stairs and got up to the road when their Lincoln luxury car was coming over already. Luke flashed the headlight twice to make his presence known."That's Luke. Let's go home," Jon said. Paxton nodded and followed Jon to the car, he threw a last glance at the yacht before entering the car. The car pulled away and nosed into the highway smoothly. Luke was a tale
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 34
JON WAS THE first one to come down that morning. His mind was not at rest as he woke up. It was something like a premonition. He knew something out of the ordinary was about to happen. He rolled over and glanced at the digital clock with its numbers glowing in the darkness. 4.53 am. It was already to late to go back to sleep. He sighed and sat up. He could not go back to sleep so he might as well prepare for work. He went to the bathroom to wash up and shave. Even after a cold shower, he still felt sleepy and dizzy. He pulled a t-shirt over his head and hopped into jogger pants before going downstairs. He had read somewhere that jogging clears the mind so that was what he was about to do. He went into a side closet where different shoes that he had not worn before were arranged. He looked at the arrangments of the shoes, air Jordans, Nike shoes, Gucci and other designers that he did not even recognize. But those were not what he was looking for, he picked a comfy-looking shoe tha