Legacy Revealed: Rise Of Marco Lourd

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Marco went away with Anders who took him through an elevator passing through more corners before arriving at an office.

Two guards were at the door inspecting the surroundings when both arrived, one who sighted them first was quick to held the doorknob pushing open a space for their entry.

Anders ushered Marco inside the office where he pointed over at a chair in front of his desk where he could seat.

Marco took some seconds surveying the room before matching his way over to the leather chair, he sat down settling his gaze on Anders who was also taking his seat.

“Now where should I begin?” He silently asked, but audible enough for Marco’s conceiving.

“Begin what?” He had asked with a furrowed expression, there are questions throbbing his mind about the sudden change in his life. But that could stall till after some explanation.

He needed no soothsayer to tell him he was about getting real with his background and a lucid narration to the sudden change in his life.

“Your father and your mother died in a car accident, and so we thought with you.” He began, ignoring Marco’s question to rather go on with the explanation.

Marco kept quiet, keeping his gaze centered on Anders as he mentally followed his words.

“But they never found your body and you had to be declared missing. We lost you at the young age of seven years old and since then we’re left wondering what happened to you. So long we’ve searched for you, the true and only heir to the Lourd’s wealth and empire.” He had summarized, looking straight to Marco’s eyes to see if he was following with all he had said.

“Wait are you really saying I’m the heir to the Lourd’s empire and wealth?”

Marco couldn’t just believe all that was happening to him, everything is happening so fast and quite miraculous.

A day ago he was nothing but a foolish man who had allow his life to be ruined by the love he harbors for the girl that did nothing but destroyed his life further.

Just yesterday night, he was expecting but his death and now today he’s been informed of his original origins.

Anders nodded to his question, serious and very much sincere.

“And are you sure I’m not mistaken for another?”

The reality was simply to cranky for him to accept, he had to question everything.

“Yes, and by tomorrow you’ll be announced as the heir and the new owner of all that sits in Lourd’s name. Your grandfather is alive and cannot wait to meet with you.” Anders told him, pushing to the back as he brought open a drawer, looking to obtain an item inside.

Marco gaped in stupor, still in disbelief at the change usurping his life.

“Inside this are the files that needs your signature and finalized you as the rightful heir and owner to everything.” He probed forward the brown large envelope, containing the mentioned letters.

Marco got on his feet, reaching to lump the envelope with him as he opened it to brief through the files inside.

“Thank you so much for your explanation, I guess I will return tomorrow to finalize all of these.” He phrased in a tone hinting on his departure.

He flashed him a stiff smile, turning around to exit the room.

“Wait!” Anders walked away from where he sat, coming closer to Marco. He held out a key, richly crafted piece of silver with the Lourd’s signature on it.

“It’s the key to your new house, it’s already built in your name and the guards who escorted you back home yesterday spoke of the horrid apartment you call a home.” He remarked with a tsk, stretching out the key for him to collect.

“You can as well start owning all that was meant for you.”

Marco took it from him, inspecting the fine metallic instrument.

“Thanks.” He mouthed audibly, walking out of the room.

He stepped outside the office, eyes down at the key while his mind strayed to all that is happening so swiftly in his life.

Overnight, in a blink of an eye he’s becoming the heir to the richest family in the city. He’s becoming the CEO of a consortium said to gross over trillion dollars in a month revenue.

He is basically becoming a trillionaire over night.

That played at his mind as he got outside, he flagged down a taxi. Boarding the vehicle to the address of his new home.

It was far off deep into the city, situated in the city’s most remote area for the rich and famous. A zone well respected and secluded.

Marco is very well familiar with the place, he knew people who lived there. The family of his girlfriend for an instance.

However, he has never for once set foot in the estate. This was going to be his first time going in.

The taxi glided to a stop in front of the entrance checkpoint that has guards stationed at the front.

Marco stepped out, paid the driver the last cents on him as he marched down to the estate.

Two guards came from the office meant for their job at the checkpoint, pushing their hefty figures to block Marco’s path of going in further.

They stared at him with filth, eyeing his whole nasty appearance. A man like him would surely be guessed to have missed road and was walking into the wrong place.

Years of their work as a guard have they seen someone look like this coming into the estate, in fact has never witness a civilian trekked in here before.

No one lives within the expensive housing of the estate without having to four or three luxurious means of transportation.

Marco is surely a lost wandering soul in their eyes.

“Who are you looking for and what are you doing here?” One of them, the one on the left with his arms crossed had taken the edge to question Marco.

He was a bit rocked by the sudden confrontation he had to stepped back two paces.

“I lived in here, here is my key.” He answered, perking up his palm to jingle the key he has with him in support of his statement.

They eyed him with further disgust, glancing at each other before bursting into a boisterous laughter.

He must be highly intoxicated.

Look at his dressing, he wore old dirty clothes, looks unkept and worn out and is claiming to live in this estate.

Furthermore, no one uses a key in this estate. Each and every houses in the estate has a feature installed in them, one that allows an owner unlock his residence with the use of fingerprint or facial recognition.

He would know that if he does live in there.

Their laughter died down and one of them explained to him, asking him to confirm his intoxication at the end of his explanation.

Marco felt a little humiliated, peering down at the key in his palm.

Why didn’t the old man tell him the key was fake? Or what was the purpose of giving it to him in the first place.