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Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 79. Pseudo Father
“Hey, Gerald!” I greet my pseudo-father figure enthusiastically as the video call connects.Gerald blinks at me and then blinks at the corner of his own phone to see the time. He’s so at odds with how he generally looks, with his hair rumbled, his eyes bleary, and he looks like he’d just gotten an hour of sleep after staying up for a week. Also, he’s wearing a t-shirt of all things. I have never seen Gerald in a t-shirt before, and it feels so very odd to even witness it. Gerald always reminded me of the butler in Batman, hell, they even looked the same in some ways except for the fact that Gerald was awfully bulky and in a good shape for a man his age. And every time I saw him, no matter the time of the day, he was always dressed in some sort of suit. Before today, I would’ve sworn the man basically lived in suits, and maybe he was even born in one.But now my worldview has turned.“Jace?” Gerald utters my name as if he’s in a dream that is rapidly turning into a nightmare, “what the
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 80. I'm tired of this now!
The next morning, I find a message on my phone.Gerald: Another shooting. Patty Morrison from Sales, strawberry blond with a newborn. Intensive care. Is critical. Police still got nothing. Like a bucket of water had been splashed on it, the ambient noise surrounding the cabin and the nice, soft warmth of the early sun vanishes. The food in my mouth, a piece of bacon and cheese omelet, tastes like cardboard. I remember Patty Morrison. She was as perky as she looked, smiling all the time, and one of the best people in sales. She’d recently come back to work after her maternity leave, and whenever I strolled through the Sales offices, I could see her cubicle decorated with pictures of her baby, a pudgy thing with a tuft of blond hair on his otherwise bald head, and Patty holding him, beaming like the sun.Patty Morrison. I may have exchanged only a couple of sentences with her during my time in the company.Gerald felt the need to say it was critical, even after saying that she was in i
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 81. Danger following us!
“A fire?” I repeat, “someone set fire to the timberyard?!”“It appears to be.” Oliver remarks, color slowly returning to his pale cheeks, “I only got the news moments before you two came along. It’s just…God, so unexpected. The place is destroyed!”We all stay silent in our shock for a long moment, trying to wrap our heads around this new development.The timberyard was large, as far as I was aware. It covered about a full two acres of land and employed about 1/6th of the population in Falenridge. It was an old business, dating from the 1960s if I remember correctly. At first, it was owned by a family hailing from Falenridge, but in the ‘90s they went bankrupt and sold the timberyard to a mass logging company. After that, the rate of tree-cutting increased, and so did the number of jobs available in the logging industry in this area.“How much is the damage?” I ask Oliver, who started at the sound of my voice as if he had been drowning in his own thoughts, “how serious is this fire? D
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 82. I gotta do something.
The timber yard is, as expected, a complete wreck.“Oh, Lord,” I find myself muttering as soon as we get out of the truck we’d taken to come to town, “how on earth did everything burn?”“This does not look like it was an accident, no sir,” Oliver murmurs next to me, eyes wide and unblinking as they take in the wreckage, “this is deliberate. No way something this huge began with some electrical failure. No wonder everyone is blaming arsonists.”There are a lot of people milling around the wreckage of the timberyard. Smoke still curls up from some of the blackened, charred logs, and there is an entire section marked divided away with yellow tapes and with cops guarding it, which was still smoldering. The flames had gone out, but it was going to take at least four more days for the fires to go down completely. The whole environment is unbearably hot and breathing the ash and smoke-filled air is so difficult.We are not allowed to wander into the zone of destruction, of course. So, we jus
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir My first investment.
“Jace, what the hell!” Oliver squawked, “you can't actually be thinking about going through with this!”It has been three days since the Falenridge timberyard had been burnt to cinders. By now, the embers had cooled and blackened, and the yellow tape was removed so the cleaning process could begin. The police were still investigating the grounds of the crime scene, and so far, they had figured out that the fire was manmade, and whoever started it used a copious amount of gasoline to set the material on fire. However, the extent of the damage was too much for just gasoline to make in such a short time, so the police were investigating what other things could possibly set such a large-scale fire to the timber yard.Of course, when I first talked about my idea to buy the destroyed place, Coraline and Oliver had brushed it off. There were other things to take care of, such as our own construction site. After hanging around and offering our thoughts and regards to Paul and the rest of the
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 84. A gift.
The plan was good to go. After some negotiating with my father as well as Gerald and discussing all our ideas, our thoughts, and feelings regarding this venture, my father deemed that starting one more project in the same area would not be too much of a problem.“The tourist attractions in the area surrounding Falenridge had been improving over the years,” he’d said, “and after a poll conducted this year, it was revealed that the accommodations in the area are not enough for the tourist inflow that is said to happen in the next set of years. And the idea of getting Falenridge a business hotel is not without merit.”I have to admit that I was half-worried that my father would insist that I stay here and manage that hotel as well rather than come home. It was unfounded because we were both aware that I had to return to the city as soon as summer ended because I still had two years to finish at the university and I had no hopes of being a dropout.“This isn’t a decision I’m taking lightl
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 85. Not anymore.
The young man who regards me from near the cashier’s stand in the Mountain treasures gift shop, glaring at me with unabashed hostility is someone who had accompanied Marty the nightguard and Paul the manager the day I had been accused of being a delinquent trying to break into the timber yard. I remember his face faintly as it looked at the scene with disdain while I was shoved into a police car to be taken and imprisoned. After the whole fiasco with the timber yard, meeting Paul’s son and now the power, I’d begun to think that the vandalism accusation incident was behind me.But judging by the thousand-megawatt glare I was receiving, it seemed to be unlikely.Crap.“What are you doing here?” The blond-haired grey eyed young man hisses, taking a step away from me.“Seeing as I’m in a gift shop, it has to be obvious,” I can’t help but reply, “I’m here to buy an item in order to gift it to someone.”I didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to narrow more, but I’m proven wrong.“Reall
Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir 86. Getting hints.
“Look man, I know you hate my guts for some made-up reason, and by the way, you look mighty stupid for it, but this is too much,” I growl, “I’m not here to pick a fight with anyone. God knows I’ve got enough of those in my life, and I’m not looking for more in the near future. So, if you could please ring that thing up for me and let me pay for it, I’ll be on my way home and you can go on with your job.”“Uh-huh, and you mean to tell me that you got enough funds to buy a $900 snow globe?” the young man who was starting to become the bane of my existence snorts, “yeah right.”“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, making sure that my voice is calm and even. If he was insisting on being an immature idiot, I should be the grown-up here, lest we would end up fighting over the counter like a couple of kids.“Look at you, man!” he says, flailing his hand at me. “You look like some kind of a hobo who just woke up from sleeping at a park bench. How on earth can you afford something like this?
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