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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
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 49
A WEEK HAS PASSED since Mr Bach's meeting with Lucas but it still bugged Jon's mind at the strange way that the meeting ended. Mr Bach seemed very hurried in his leaving. Jon came downstairs to breakfast wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans."You're not going to work today?" Paxton asked. "I guess I am," Jon replied, sitting down and reaching for the daily newspaper. He had adopted his father's way of eating breakfast while going through the paper. The business world was quite calm and stable at the moment. No scandal. No hearing of Maxim Ivanov or The Orsattis in any article. Jon sighed in relief and closed the paper. "Hey, man," Rick said, coming into the dining room, "Look at this," He held out his phone for them to look at his screen. "Amanda is hosting a party?" Jon asked. "Yeah!" Rick nodded, slumping into a seat beside Jon. "Party for what?" Paxton asked"I don't know," Rick shrugged, "What does it matter? So listen, Jon," He said in a serious tone, "How cool would it be t
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 50
"HELLO TO YOU too, Dad," Maxim said sourly. His father scoffed, he stood up from the log of wood from which he watched his birds. "Come in," He said to Maxim as he walked past him. Maxim followed his father through a glass door in the back of the house. The house looked like it was printed from the page of a magazine. Everywhere was sparkling clean. "You care for some breakfast?" His father asked. Maxim shrugged nonchalantly, "I guess. I know how much you love cooking." His father smiled slightly, turning on the stove. In a few minutes, the sweet aroma of something nice filled the air and the sound of sizzling could be heard. Maxim could hear his stomach growl at the scent of the aroma. His father turned to him, "So… entering business with the Mafia, are you?" "Where did you hear that?" Maxim asked, not in any mood to discuss morals with his father, "You spend all your time watching flying rats and little dinosaurs." His father chuckled and stirred what was cooking, "I don'
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 51
MAXIM TOOK HIS time driving to the meeting point. He was going to apologise for the change in location anyway, so why not do something worth apologising for? After another half an hour, he pulled into the parking lot of The Cuisine, an exotic continental restaurant.A very big pickup truck was parked in the lot, instinct told Maxim that that was Leonardo's car. He parked his car next to the pickup and got out. He looked around as he stepped out and was surprised to see Leonardo had waited in his truck and only got out when Maxim arrived. "You are late," Leonardo grunted. He wore an expensive-looking leather jacket with numerous zippers. His hair and ponytail looked like it was styled with an excess amount of gel, it glistened in the sun."I am very sorry," Maxim said in a not-so-sorry tone. Leonardo snorted and they both went into the restaurant. As they sat, Leonardo said, "I know you don't want to be here, well, neither do I. But nobody opposes my grandfather." Maxim chuckled
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 52
A FEW DAYS has passed since the incident in Lucas's office. They had barely spoken since then and only saw themselves during dinner – breakfast was barely held together anymore. Jon had not spoken about it to any of his friends, they were mostly busy preparing for Paxton's holiday. Jom woke up that morning and vaguely remembered that today was the day his holiday started. He rolled out of bed lazily, he had slept late. He had buried his eyes deep into the way the airline industry was going for the past 30 years and what it entails to have a commercial plane and at the end of it, he had decided to open an airport too. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, he glanced at the clock and calculated that he has slept for only 4 hours. "Not nearly enough," He muttered to himself as he stood up and headed for the bathroom. A cold shower and a few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom, still half asleep. He picked some random clothes and put them on. He pushed aside the thick volumes of boo
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 53
JON AND RICK were in the sitting room that evening when they heard the smooth sound of a luxury car pulling into the driveway. Jon looked up from the laptop he had been staring at for the past 3 hours. Rick stood up and went to the window. He pulled back the curtain and peeked through. "It's your Dad," He turned and went to the door before the men got there. Jon stood up and joined Rick at the door. The limousine opened and Jeff came out, smiling at the sight of his friends. He stepped aside for Vincent to come through before Stefan came out. Vincent gave Jon a small nod as they came to the house. Jon returned the nod to Vincent, hugged Jeff and shook his father's hand. Rick bowed to Stefan and shook Vincent's hand. He clamped his arm around Jeff's shoulders. "How's it going, Jonathan?" Stefan asked. Jon shrugged, "Do come in," He stepped aside to allow them to pass through. "Welcome back sir," Maureen greeted from the hallway. "Thank you, Maureen," Stefan replied. "Would
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 54
JON AND RICK sat alone in a small room. It had some artworks there – including the dejected lad. Jon his hand over the sculpture. "Pfft," Rick said, "That thing is ugly." "Yeah, I know right." Jom agreed. The door opened and they turned to see Jeff come in. "What's up, guys?" Jeff asked. "We are just talking about the ugliness of this," Rick said. Jeff laughed, "It depicts something deeper than physical beauty." Jom scoffed and sat down on a plush cushion. "How's it going, Jeff?" Jeff shrugged, "Well, you know how it is." "We don't know how it is," Rick said, "How is New York?" "Yeah, tell us," Jon said, moving around to find a comfortable spot and prevent the cushion from swallowing him. "You know," Jeff said, running his finger through his hair, "It is hectic… and distracting." "Hmm," Jon said. "Yeah, it is much more busier than New Jersey. We barely slept for complete 8 hours. By 5 a.m. I will be woken up and prepared to leave by 6:30…" Jeff said, "And then we are flyi
HEIR from the STREET CHAPTER 55
THE FLIGHT TO Illinois was uneventful. True to Maureen's word, the flight got awfully cold and he wrapped himself with the quilt that she had given him.A few hours later, they touched down at an airport in Illinois. Jon got his luggage from the baggage claim and headed for the main gate. He saw a security man that looked very familiar. He can never forget those bulky shoulders, but to be sure, he went round to see the face of the man, and he was right. "Hello, Rico," Jon said coolly. The man turned blankly and looked at Jon. Jon could see the screws in his brain working overtime to remember where he had been seen. Jon could never forget. He can never forget that night. The night of his birthday. The night of Kim's ultimate betrayal… and it was with this man standing in front of him. "Don't remember me, do you?" Jon asked again, raising his eyebrow. The man, Rico, still had a blank face as he stared at Jon. "You know," Jon said, "Big car, food delivery boy… worn out bike. Dirt