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HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 41
JON WALKED INTO his office in confident strides. His head was already planning what next to do. "Oh, I thought you lot had gotten lost," Lucas said when he saw Jon walk in. "Shut up, Lucas," Jon snapped. He walked to his table. "What is going on with you?" Lucas asked even though he did not really care. Jon ignored the question, "What colour are you wearing tonight?" He asked. Lucas shrugged, "What does it matter?" "Dad said we need to show a united front," Jon explained. "That doesn't mean we get to dress alike," Lucas said, patting his hair. "Just tell me –" "I am wearing the normal traditional black suit," Lucas snapped, "Happy now?" Jon nodded and glanced at his watch, He had about some hours to prepare. Nicole Bishop had not still returned his call, He sighed. She was the fiance of one of his rivals, he should not think about her this much."I'm headed back home," Jon said, "Stay here and run the company," He walked out muttering, "That's what you want anyway."Lucas
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 42
THE PARTY WAS being held in a beach house that instantly put Jon in awe as soon as it came in sight. He kept his eyes on it as they approached. Lucas jabbed him in the elbow and said, "Don't look like that. It's not a sophisticated look." Jon frowned and asked, "How does that concern you?" "You will be seen with me. We will be seen as partners," Lucas said, brushing his cuffs, "Any slip-up of yours will be a slip-up of mine too." Jon huffed, "Yeah, right. I won't slip up." "Good," Lucas nodded. Luke pulled the car to a stop just at the mouth of the horde of paparazzi and media. The cameras started flashing even before the car came to a complete stop. The door opened and Lucas stepped out and flashed a brilliant smile at the camera. Jon stepped out too and they recognized him from the upset at the art exhibit. They went crazy with excitement. Numerous lights flashed as the cameramen took pictures. Jon's smile felt more like a grimace as he was temporarily blinded. Lucas, who st
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 43
LUCAS WAS SURROUNDED by a group of about 7 people and he was in their middle. Their eyes and concentration was focused on whatever it was that he was saying. They had even forgotten to drink their wine, the glass cups just hung loosely on their fingers, like it would drop at any moment. Jon walked closer to them and heard Lucas just ending his story, "... AND SO I concluded that those Spanish have no idea how to do business," Lucas ended his story wuth a mock bow and the people around him burst out in laughter. Jon shook his head, his stepbrother was really a natural in this setting. It was like he was born into wealth. Jon rested his hand on the counter of the bar and looked around. There was no familiar face. He saw no reason for him to be here anymore since he had already known that it was Maxim and Antonio Orsatti that was behind the building on his shore space. Jon rang Luke and told him to bring the car over to the front door. He walked up to Lucas and his circle of friend
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 44
JON WOKE UP feeling hungover. He felt a very serious migraine."What did I have to drink last night?" He mumbled to himself as he rolled over. His head felt like a game of catch was being held in his skull. He swung his leg over the side of his bed and sat up. His head was pounding as he headed to the bathroom to wash up. He still had no idea of what to do next regarding his business life. Should he play safe and leave it as it is, and keep on enjoying the rewards of his father and grandfather? Or should he go against the odds and try again, risking running at a loss and humiliation?Those were the thoughts circling his head as he stood in the cold shower and shampooed his hair. He washed up and came out a few minutes later, dripping water all over the floor. He opened his closet, not in the mood for any type of suit, so he picked a shirt and suit pants. He left the top button open, folded the sleeves of the shirts and as an afterthought, he grabbed a thick woollen sweater and hun
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 45
IN A FEW minutes, Jon had arranged a meeting with Nicole. More like a date in Jon's point of view. If Maxim wanted to play dirty, Jon could play even dirtier. He smiled as he ended the call and turned to his friends and stepbrother that were watching him. Jeff raised an eyebrow, "Well?" "I have it under control," Jon said, feeling important. "Bullshit," Lucas snapped, "You are incompetent and should not be let to run the family because the only place you can run us, is to the ground." Jon glared at him but did not say anything before taking a deep breath and entering the next room. Stefan still sat at the table as their help cleared away dirty dishes. Jon took a seat opposite his father and said, "I have it under control." Stefan nodded, "I'm sure you do," He pinned Jon with a dead pan stare and said, "But that is bad, Jonathan. Bad for you, bad for the family name." Jon nodded, "I know.""What do you have in mind to do now?" Stefan asked. "I am not still sure yet," Jon sai
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 46
A SILENT 30 minutes drive later, Luke parked the car in the underground garage. Lucas and Jon stepped out. Lucas patted his shoulders and said, "While you'll be away on a date, I will be taking care of the family's business." He smirked at Jon and walked to the elevator.Jon frowned and followed Lucas. They both got into the elevator. Lucas smirked and said, "You are going to stand your date up?" Jon remained silent. The elevator opened and Oliver was standing outside."Good morning, sirs," Oliver greeted. Lucas scoffed and walked past, Jon nodded at Oliver's greeting. "What of Mr Richard?" Oliver asked. Jon shook his head, "Rick won't be coming anymore." Oliver looked like he wanted to pursue the matter but he kept quiet. "What do I have to do today?" Jon asked, walking to his office. "Well, you should be expecting a guest by 1 p.m.," Oliver said. "Who is that?" Jon asked, stopping in his tracks and looking at Oliver. "Someone called Mr Bach," Oliver said, looking at his
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 47
NICOLE SMILED AND asked, "I know of the rivalry between you and Maxim." "Hmm," Jon said. A waiter came by, "Can I get you anything?" "We'll think about it, but for now, just get a glass of coffee please."The waiter nodded and bowed before leaving them. Nicole leaned closer before continuing with what she was saying, "You seem like a pretty decent guy," She said, "Don't let Maxim drag you down…" Jon smiled, "You don't seem like you fancy your fiancé so much." Nicole scoffed, "Trust me, I don't. I think I told you before, I'm only with him out of family duties." "Well, he's a lucky guy," Jon said. "He surely doesn't see himself as lucky," Nicole replied. Jon started to say something but stopped as the waiter approached. The waiter carried a jug of black coffee in a wide tray that held small empty cups, and cups of milk, cream, sugar and little spoons. "Thank you," Nicole mouthed silently to the waiter, while Jon simply nodded. The waiter poured some black coffee into the two
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 48
MAXIM SMILED AS he held open the papers that morning. He had told Antonio to gently spread the news that it was Jonathan Stone that was ripped off his space at the Bay. He was quite proud of himself as he read the article on Jon. A weird smile was plastered on his handsome face for the major part of the day. His secretary even caught him whistling one time. He sat in his office located on 145th Square Avenue. Near his New Jersey apartment. In contrast to his intimidating personality, Maxim Ivanov's office was not an astounding building. Maxim was not a big fan of big buildings, so he kept his buildings as 'modest' as he could. His New Jersey office was a small building that could have easily passed for a new-generation bank. It was just 4 stories high and empty for the major part. He just planned to base more in New Jersey. "The building would need a renovation," He muttered to himself. And while he didn't work in his father's business, he still had to talk with the old man. He