Persia : The last son of Bert

Episode 8 : Revealed!

In the usual silent city where juans cooperation was built it was finally put Into turmoil. Every staffs in this scary scraper company dashing around.

The CEO, Davey Juan couldn't help but feel threatened. His life now seem to be hanging on a thin line.

Numerous cars cruises into the garage gracefully and an old lady alighted. Beautiful and gracefully dressed, she headed to the CEOs office.

Ma Melly arrived when the Media released the news earlier that morning. The headline boldly written. ' THE LAST SON OF BERT IS BACK '

She had come to witness it herself with her grandson. After shedding numerous blood evilly she had managed to be on top of the world for twenty one years.

Now an heir is back to take her glory down? No way!

As she walks on everyone had to bow before her. Known fully well as the brutal lady who spare no one.

She emerges into Davey's room and caught him pacing around.

" No need to worry. It must be one of Bert's worthless son who has managed to grow up safely. His head will be ours to behead " Ma Melly announced coldly to his grandson and then turn to the tv where the newscaster was speaking about the events.

Meanwhile as every one was busy panicking, Persia was at Bert's family graveyard.

To witness and pay his second respect to his dead brothers and parents. Their tombs laying before his eyes did nothing but makes him more angry.

Hundreds of reporters scrambling to get a picture of him but they do not succeed because behind and around Persia are also hundreds of men guarding him, ready to die for him.

He was guarded into the limousine, two seaters and the journey to Bert's hospital Began. The place his grandmother is. Lost in a lucid dream. Coma.

As Persia's car enters the road that leads to Bert's hospital, thousands of medias scrambled to get him but since the car is protective of everything he is safe.

At long last the long car skidded to a stop before the entrance of this hospital and with much grace that was born with him, Persia alighted.

With his suit worth no less than four hundred billion dollars, the cufflinks only sixteen million dollars to be precise, he step out of his limousine.

His wristwatch of Bert's brand sparkling before the sunlight. Grace filling him and attentions pouring down on him.

His men guarded him immediately, more fiercely away from the prying eyes. There few pictures was taken.

Persia walks into the hospital and at once everyone abandon their task to acknowledge the presence of their new boss.

One of the numerous hospital Bert has built and donated. Persia ignores all the greetings and headed towards his grandmother's ward.

Finally Persia arrived at the room. A very bright one. There Ma Sandy still laid on the metal bed. Lot of tubes was passed in her.

He just had to stop and stood transfixed in the doorway again. The woman who had given birth to the legendary Bert himself.

Slowly he walk further into the room and touches her cold hand as before. It feel almost lifeless but the beeping from the monitor above her head was the only assurance that Ma Sandy is alive.

Laying as a vegetable is just so heartbreaking for young Master Persia.

Anger pumping life into his legs, clouding his senses and all, he turn away and made to march out but then he stop abruptly.

The invisible bond between a grandmother to her grandson held him unmoving.

Slowly he turn around to see the unbelievable movement. Ma Sandy just move her thumb. Even the doctors and nurses were stunned.

" Attend to her more diligently. My grandma will be back soon " Persia instructed with a small on his face.

At once he turn away and walk out. At the entrance he met Garcia who bow slightly before him.

" Young master everyone now awaits you in your departmental store "

" I should go then so I won't keep them waiting for long " Persia replied with a confident grin.

He headed out to where his limousine was parked. The medias rushing pass each other to get the better shot.

His face was revealed after many attempt and the city went agog. Many had spatted at his face in the past but was shock to see his state now.

Celia almost fell from her chair at her secretary's table when she saw this while Felicia was about to have an heart attack.

As for Davey and his grandma they couldn't help but chuckled bitterly. Davey remembered him as the salesman he had humiliated the night before.

" He is weak grandma. I will stomp on him like I did last night "

" Do not underestimate this man that has Bert's blood flowing in his veins. They are all meant for greatness "

Persia finally arrived at the sky scraper company. The name written boldly at the top. Bert's cooperation. A grin appears on his face as he commend Garcia for doing a great job.

Earnestly he walks inside the company, his Bert's brand shoes worthing sixty four million dollars making a repeated staccato sounds at the pavement.

When he emerges into the departmental stores everyone left their task to bow for him. The atmosphere filling him with greatness.

He ignores the lift and took the moving stairs instead. Smiling at the staffs who bow before him.

At long last he arrived at the office. Garcia pushed open the door for him and he walks in.

The desk with the wooden of wealth and the chair of leather holstery.

Persia took his time. He slowly walk around the chair, patting the chair his father had once sat on. The throne he had mentioned in the letter.

Now it's his. Everyone's fate resting on his shoulder. However Persia wasn't disheartened. Instead he let out a sigh and finally lowered himself of the flofy space.

Everything feel so good. His life now on top. A smirk playing on his face. Dark thought clouding his mind. He shut his eyes and lean back with his hands clasped together.

" Hmmm damn! This feels so comfortable "