Jeremy Waltz: A Billionaire Incognito

Chapter 8

"I'm a billionaire!" With his hands raised in the air he got off his knees and stared at himself in the mirror.

"I'm a fucking billionaire!"

Suddenly the door opened reveling Mr Guerrero's secretary. "From now on I'm your bodyguard." She said with a fierce tone and then shut the door behind her without turning around to it.

"Bodyguard?"

"Get dressed," she picked up the key on the center table and threw it at him. "We have to get you a suit that fits your new job in the Green House. And of course, a stupid old car."

She turned around to exit the house when Aiden halted her with a question... "What job?"

"He wants to make you the new production manager in the Green House but right now you don't have a college certificate or qualifications of any kind. So for now you're just a cleaner. For one week until he can fabricate qualifications for you," she briefed him. "He also said it's good to rise up the ranks slowly."

"What!" Aiden exclaimed in confusion. "What about the mission?"

"Consider that a side hustle. As much as he wants revenge, your father wants you to build an identity, job record, friends at a workplace and all," she lectured him. "Can you both overcome your enemies in 36 months? That's a goal. Is he gonna announce his lost son to the world in 36 mouths? That's a fact. The fact itself is another form of revenge for the ones who tried to break your family."

"So he didn't find anything better than making me a cleaner?" Aiden was pissed.

"Janitorial head actually. You look 22, act 22. Meet me at the car," she turned around to leave.

"Why does a cleaning supervisor need a suit?"

"Because Mr Guerrero recommended you. You're not touching dirt," she opened the door and stepped out.

In a few minutes he joined her in the car dressed up in casual outfits; a slacked shirt and ruffled baggy shorts. They were the only things the doctor had that were almost his size.

"You don't like me much do you?"

She glared at him then started the car, "I get paid to protect you, not to like you."

The car drove off through the open field all the way to the forest paths that led to the city.

It's an hour's drive, they soon arrived at a street full of fashion stores and hit the brakes.

"No expensive suits. Remember, you're playing a character right now. You're not supposed to appear rich," she reminded him.

"Can I at least know your name?"

"The street is full of cloth stores, some for rich people others for the less privileged. Don't find yourself in the former, not yet."

"Your name?" He insisted.

"Becky," she sighed.

"Hmm. Nice to meet you," he opened the door and stepped out.

Aiden took a few steps forward staring at the clothes from the glass facades of the shops. With its grandeur and dreamy atmosphere, one shop particularly lured him in.

"You can't take pictures in here," an employee met him at the door, trying to push him out.

Aiden pulled his hand off his shoulder in confusion, "I'm not here to take pictures."

"Then look the clothes up on the Internet if you're so desperate to have a look. Every single cloth in here can feed you. Get out, don't waste my time," the man exerted more energy trying to push him out by force.

A beautiful young girl in the shop giggled at them both. She looks like a rich spoilt brat for all Aiden could tell.

"C'mon let him in. Let's see what this bum came to find on the big boys play ground," she pulled out her phone and started recording as the employee moved out of his way.

"My followers are gonna love this," overexcitement laced her tone. "C'mon, what'd you want to buy, sir?" She spoke with a sneerful smile, shaping her voice like that of a innocent little girl's.

"Take the camera off me!" Aiden gestured her with a wave of his hand.

"I think I've found the perfect suit for your dad," her friend walked up to her then turned around to notice Aiden. "Who's this?"

"Some idiot who thought they sell lollipops in here," the influencer introduced him disrespectfully.

"Take the camera off me," this time Aiden's voice was fierce, his expression portraying a menacing look.

"Or what?" She scoffed. "C'mon, buy a suit. What are you waiting for Mr bum," She films him still. "Or are you shy. You've never seen rich pretty girls before?"

"For the last time, take... the... camera... off... me," he balled his fists, seemingly ready to do something violent.

"Don't you dare threaten her Mr man," her friend spoke up. "I can assure you, it's better to live on the streets than in jail."

The influencer chuckled, "Let him go, Danielle. Maybe I can do a small charity here. Here," she pulled out 100 dollars from her purse. "Go find yourself something to eat to get rid of this hot temper. You're probably just hungry."

Aiden casually starred at the 100 bucks being handed to him, his eyes swollen in embarrassment and his mind swimming in rage.

"C'mon, don't be shy!"

In a swift motion he angrily pulled the 100 bucks from her grip and tore it.

"Can you imagine this poor fool." She grew piss. "And I was doing him a favor."

"Alright sir, it's time to leave," the employee pushed him out violently like a bag of garbage.

As soon as he was thrown outside Aiden immediately pulled out a pen and paper from his pocket, writing down the name of the shop with his whole body trembling in rage.

"Delby Fashion line. Give me 36 months," he walked back to the car and hurried in, slamming the door behind him.

"What happened?" Becky questioned.

"I want to buy that shop," Aiden replied sharply with his body restless. "I want to buy that shop right now." He pulled out his dad's credit card. "How do I make the transaction."

"I'm sure Mr Guerrero didn't include buying a whole shop in his line when he said, 'go shopping," she started the car in annoyance. "We're getting out of here."

"Stop the fucking car," Aiden banged his hand on the dashboard. "I said I want to buy that shop."

Becky instantly stopped and yelled at him, "Do you even know how this things work? You think you're just gonna walk up to them and buy their business like a fucking bugger? You gotta make an appealing offer which would only work if the business is falling on its back."

"And you think I don't have a plan?" He was agitated.

"Okay what's your plan?" She returned the energy he emitted.

"I could have made one if you didn't drive away."

"Now that's just stupid. When I said act like a 22 years old, I didn't mean to me? What the hell!" Becky was mad. "Even if it was an alternate universe and you had a plan, buying that business is bad publicity for you. You're a ghost right now, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," he admits defeat though with a mildly hostile voice. "And you're my manager now, uh?"

"Free advice, if you want to buy a business, make it go bankrupt first," she started the car again.

"Give me 3 years. 3 years and I'd buy out every single fashion store on this street. Drive!" Aiden balled his fist and punched the dashboard of the car a second time in an exhibit of fury.