Reborn Tycoon; Ethan Wayne’s Rise

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Ethan couldn't tell what was more fascinating - the array of designer clothes, neatly laundered or the intriguing technology of the closet. Short shelves against the wall contained shoes polished to perfection that is if they weren't brand new. To his right, the jewels were arranged on headless dummies and in glass cases, the watches even had a special light to give a glow from underneath them. In fact, Ethan was lost in another world until he heard the doorbell from the door again.

“Shit!”

He looked near the clothes section to see if he'd get any casual wear. Some light Polo V-necks hung on the other end and Ethan rushed to put one on. He took one boxer shorts out of the drawers and put that on as well. Hopping on one leg in his completely rugged walk-in closet, he came out of the room and the door closed behind him. He walked to the door, finally pulling on the shorts to his waistline and he picked the card from its cardholder attached to the wall.

He pressed against the reader and the door slid open.

In front of him was a short, bulky woman with a trolley of different meals arranged in the three strata layers and served in silver wares.

“Good morning Mr. Ethan. Your breakfast is hot and ready”, she said to him as she positioned herself at the head of the trolley where the handle was.

“Shall I come in sir?”

“Sir..?”, Ethan asked, not believing in the slightest that he was being referred to.

‘'Yes sir..”, the maid responded, the puzzled look on her face quite defined.

“Shall I bring the trolley in sir?”, she asked, tilting her head a little as a confused expression formed on her face. Ethan stood speechless, his head desperately trying to wrap around what the actual fuck was going on.

“Sir… sir?”

A shudder brought Ethan back to earth and he looked at the bulky old maid.

“Are you okay sir?”

“Ur.. err . … yeah, yeah.. come in… come in”

She rolled the trolley into his room and the blissful aroma of good food filled the air. A cloud of steam rose as she passed into the walkway where a long table top was connected to the wall and Ethan noticed the bails of hot water that seemingly made the food hot. She opened the salvers and the variety of food threw Ethan aback. All forms of breakfast he could ever imagine and more were in each one of those silver salvers. She uncovered them one by one - pancakes, sizzling strips of bacon, sausages, eggs, light slices of honey bread, french toast, light cakes, butter biscuits and so many others he didn't even think he'd eaten. She arranged them as if in some orderly manner, on the tabletop.

Then she began dishing smaller quantities into immaculately white plates on a smaller tray. She'd drizzled the pancakes with granola toppings and honey before pouring him what looked like cocoa in a mug. When she'd filled every possible space in the tray, she positioned it on the side table, two side tables actually to take the stand of the tray.

“Your breakfast is served sir”, she said, pacing her hands together atop her neat apron as she stepped aside from the tray.

“Woah”, Ethan said, as he looked over at the tray. “Ugh.. do I get this everyday?”

“Um.. sir, this was your order yesterday … wasn't it?”

“It was..?”, Ethan said, his tone in question. The maid furrowed her eyebrows again in that confused look.

“I … I'm so sorry sir but I … I did receive the message from the butler yesterday and.. perhaps I was mistaken. I'm very sorry sir. I should check with the list from the chef to..…”

“No, no, it's okay. It's okay. uhh.. it's fine”, Ethan cut in quickly but not so sharply.

“This .. was my .. my order. It was.”, Ethan said, a weary smile to the end of his sentence.

“Thank you”

“Thank you sir”, she said with a slight bow.

Ethan shook his head, his mind still blank on where the hell he was.

“Urr….”, He scratched his scalp, “Come. Please”

She did exactly as he instructed, walking forward to where he stood. He leaned closer to her, and said in a subdued tone.

“This might err ... probably sound crazy but uhh… do you .. do you know .. where I am? Like uhh.. the house… or my.. My full name? Stuff like that”

The maid was obviously taken aback by the questions but she composed herself almost immediately.

“Umm … you are in the Wayne Household. You're Ethan Wayne, grandson and possible heir to the Wayne inheritance from your grandfather, Mr. Williams Wayne.”

Ethan almost found it hard to speak. He'd completely been left speechless. Perhaps he hadn't heard well.

“Did you… did you just say Ethan Wayne? As in, The Wayne Family of Wayne & Co.?”

“Yes.. sir”

“Oh my God”, Ethan said in a near whisper. He obviously needed more than just a minute to process that because he could most certainly go mad if care was taken. Had she just said he was Ethan Wayne? Wayne?

The Waynes were the richest family in America.

Fuck that. They were top 2 in the world.

He breathed in and exhaled rather too loudly, not wanting to further heighten the maid's suspicion of him.

How the actual hell did he get here?

Ethan paced the room as a thousand thoughts ran through his mind. Then he noticed the maid was still standing there and that he'd need to dismiss her.

“Urrr.. you have somewhere else to be, right? You can totally go”

She stood clueless for a moment.

“Umm.. am I dismissed sir?”, she asked in clear uncertainty

“Uhh, yeah. Yeah you are”

“Alright sir.”

She bowed slightly again and then headed towards the door. He had to come there to use his card and when the door slid open, she walked out into the fairly large hallway.

The door slid in shut slowly as soon as she stepped out. Ethan placed the card back where it belonged in the card holder,his mind in rumbles of the shocking news.