Chapter eight.
Brian wasn't bothered with the fact that he was seated at the back. No. He enjoyed the serenity the atmosphere presented him but the first sign of trouble he saw was when he found his good-for-nothing mother-in-law whispering only 'God knows what' to his wife.Yes. His mother-in-law was good, but for-nothing; and Brian had no apologies for calling her that. In fact, he thought she deserved worse.But when he heard Henry Danley rather than Ana Danley, he knew something had gone wrong. And he confirmed it when his eyes caught Ana excusing herself from the hall.Brian quickly followed her.There she was, seated on the stairs and all curled up. Her eyes could not but be teary at the disappointment.A clunking sound, more like a metal hitting a surface, fell on his ears while taking off his jacket, but Brian could not be bothered with anything except the sobbing lady in front of him. She must be cold. He moved and dropped the jacket on her shoulders."Darling, those tears are going to ruin your make up for the night. You shouldn't allow that happen,"Brian consoled, pulling her up from the stairs."I don't understand why mother would do such thing. Dad trusted me with his company," she sobbed, the tears streaming down her cheeks.Brian covered her in his arms. He could feel some moisture on his shirt, evidence of the tears. She may not have understood why she was replaced by her brother, but Brian knew that he was the reason for the whole thing.A poor restaurant boy shouldn't be seen anywhere near a CEO.Of course he wasn't poor anymore. He still had about forty million dollars in his account. He could afford to buy a new home, a new car and a new everything to avoid his good-for-nothing stepmother, but he couldn't understand why Mr Danley insisted on having him stay within the villa.Poor Mr Danley. Exactly three months had it been since the fatal car accident that claimed his life. A tragic Wednesday day Brian would forever remember.Perhaps none of this would have happened if the old man was still alive."You know what. They could take away the CEO position from you but you know what they can't take?" Brian gazed at the moist cheeks, rubbing with his palm.Ana didn't need makeup. Although she may have been crying and ruining her makeup, it could still be argued that she was one of the most beautiful ladies in the new world."Your intelligence, smartness, and your hard work. You were mostly in charge even when Dad was alive. And that, my love, is something nobody can take away."Relief.Yes. That was the emotion Brian felt when her face lit up. Damn. She was way too beautiful. And for a while, he thought he deserved the torment he got from Ethan.While embracing, Brian's eye caught the shiny object and he quickly moved to get it.Behold a gold-colored key.Not just any key but a key that could change his entire life, the only thing he got from Mr Danley on that tragic day."What's that?" Ana inquired."Its a key to some of my old stuff," he lied.And why shouldn't he?Brian himself wasn't sure if he was ready to use the key, or for the secrets it held, secrets that could alter his course of destiny.The words of Mr Danley played back in his mind, sending emotions filled with pain. It's been three months since it all happened but it seemed like yesterday. The pale body lying in an hospital bed was still vivid in his mind.Unlike Ana, Brian considered himself lucky to have said a good buy. Brian was just leaving the hospital with his sick mother when an ambulance screeched to a halt. Lo and behold, Mr Danley appeared, all covered in blood and was being wheeled in for an emergency treatment, a treatment he never got out of.Days passed and all Brian could think of was his life. Suddenly, things had turned back to the way they were before he ever met Mr Danley.Miserable.He barely paid his adopted mom any visit, and barely left the house. All he thought about were the last moment he spent with Mr Danley.Take it. It's the key to a safe deposit box. In it, you will find everything you need. Always remember who you are.The old man had whispered under his dying breath. Brian played back the words over and over, each round bringing more questions that begged more answers as he continued staring at the key.What's in the deposit box?Not a single idea did he have. All he knew was that he was heir to Mr Fineman, some goddamned billionaire who was nowhere to be found.But Brian could barely make sense of the dead man's words. He pondered and pondered but just couldn't connect the dots.I've searched for you for so many years. And I'm glad to call you my son-in-law. I know Mr Fineman would be proud to see his grandchild.Those dying words seemed to confused him the more. Suddenly, Brian felt so many questions poping up in his mind. His life had taken a quick but unexpected turn. He now owned The Emerald Group of Companies, the biggest conglomerate in the entire city. That was if the dead man's words were anything to go by.Brian wasn't sure he was ready for the truth, for nothing about the truth made sense.Why did Mr Danley not give a seemingly confidential key to Ana, his daughter? Why him?Again, why did Mr Danley insist he stay within the villa despite paying for the surgery and giving an extra fifty million dollars?Brian paced back and forth the living room. Luckily for him, Ana was out to visit a friend. So, he had the whole space to think things through and figure things out. But so far, he was doing a pretty bad job because everything leads to a dead end.Or maybe Mr Danley was just a generous man, indeed too generous.No.There has to be something more.Indeed there was something more, something bigger than Brian himself, but just that he couldn't figure it out even as he stared at the key, a bird symbol visible on it.For a while, Brian thought it had something to do with the woman who died giving birth to him.Was she alive?Brian didn't think so. That could only be possible if the dead came back to life; for Brian had seen his birth records back at the foster home. It was clearly stated that his mother is deceased. So Brian excused himself from that thought.Generous.Brian consoled himself with that thought. That was the only plausible explanation he could find after hours of pacing back and forth in the living room. But he resolved to get his answers.And what better way to find such answers other than going to the safe deposit box?Brian took a deep breath and sauntered into the State Directory of Records building the following day. He tried to keep himself calm but apprehension lingered beneath his breath as he walked in.He got the necessary clearance with the uniqueness of the key and soon, an officer in charge escorted him to where box 57 was located.The box that could change his entire life now stared before his very eyes. And if he is not careful, he may find himself floating down the river.He took a deep breath, slid the key into the whole, turned it a few times, and pulled the box backward."Oh my God!" he exclaimed.Chapter one16th Broadway street. A very busy street located in the suburbs of Koplin city. Just a normal street with some bunch of crazy lowlives, crappy-looking people trying to earn a living.Nothing special about the street, except the fact it was where Brian Fineman bolted to every morning of his miserable life.In fact, he was one of those lowlives who was trying to earn a living in a God forsaken street.And he was fed up, way too fed up, but who was he to quit the job?After leaving the crappy-looking-single-room apartment he called home, he saw himself at the train station. 6am never saw him on bed but at the train station, trying to catch the next train to Lousy Lou Restaurant, the next place he called home.But Lousy Lou wasn't his home in the real sense; but since a guy like him spent fifteen of the twenty-four hours in a day taking orders and serving food in one of the most famous restaurants at Broadway Street, you could call it his home.And just like every other day, B
Chapter two.The baseball bat dropped, rolled a few times before coming to a stop by the wall. Brian's feet couldn't move an inch, for he was in absolute dismay at the sight. He was right to have suspected he wasn't the only guy in the picture. And the sight before him proved everything right.Rebeca. His girlfriend of five years, all wrapped up with sheets and faking to have some decency even though she had none left. Her hair, in the roughest condition like someone who had been in bed throughout the week.To her right was a guy with some dark-curly hair. His no-shirt condition revealed his sand-brown skin, and his physique could be compared to Brian, who was still trying to figure out what the fuck was going. He just couldn't wrap his head around the whole thing."Is he your boyfriend?" the intruder asked in a tone a little bit above a whisper.Intruder?Yes. And that was how Brian saw the guy who made his girlfriend moan. His eyeballs narrowed. He must have interrupted a very stea
Chapter threeOne week later.Yes. Exactly one week it was since Brian rid himself of his good-for-nothing girlfriend who was now ex. He could now focus on his work and also got some personal space. So far, the problem was how to raise the the down payment for the surgery.The doctors had made it clear. To pay, or to stop the treatment. No long story.Brian poured himself some coffee and took a few bites from the sandwiches.That was his regular breakfast. He could afford to prepare it during his rush hour.Work.The only thing he thought about as he strolled towards the door. A work that could not afford to take care of his sick mother. Well, he had no choice because he still had to pay his bills.Brian froze when the door swung open.A gray-haired man with some wrinkled face came to sight. The veiny hand became more veiny when the fingers rested on the wooden door frame.Mr Andrews. The least person Brian expected, stood with both arms resting on each side of the door frame.No. Not
Chapter four.Confused.That's what they say when a man can't come to a conclusion among a list of options—not-so-good options by the way.Call it indecision if you like, but none explained the condition of a man who paid his rent five days ago, but came back from work and was denied access into the apartment he paid for.Confused?Hell no.Maybe a stalemate would best explain Brian's condition when he came home and found a chain anchored to his door. A huge padlock hung at its edge.Mr Andrews.His only thought. In fact, they only explanation he found for his plight. No other person in the world would do this but the sixty-five year old retired army captain.Brian kicked, but the century old door wouldn't give in. As far as he could remember, he still owned the place.Once again, he needed an explanation. He reached for his pocket and flipped open the Motorola cell phone. Mr Andrew should better have a good explanation."Hello, Mr Andrews, what's going on?""What do you mean by what'
Chapter five"Where did you get this?"Brian pulled his finger from the seemingly wrinkled grip of the old man sitting across the table.Brian never liked to talk to the customers directly, or serve their orders. That wasn't his duty. He was to make sure that all the customers got what they ordered for, and as fast as possible. But since Jessica and the other workers seemed to have succumbed to the flu, he had no choice.And here was a man, whose face was difficult to put an age on, asking him how he got the ring on his forefinger.Brian had no business answering the question. He had done his job by serving the coffee, and he moved to the next table.The world would have been a better place if people learned to mind their business, at least that's what he thought as he took the next order from two tables away.Few minutes later, Brian was done. He perched his aching ass on a stool to observe the happy customers as they continued their chit chat. Some bunch of happy customers with nowh
Chapter sixBrian wasn't left out of the list of surprised people. First, he was asked how he came about the ring; then, an invitation to dinner he almost regretted coming; and now, he was to become a son-in-law?Surprised!But Brian was more than surprised. Everything was happening fast, indeed too fast for him to keep track of. And Mr Danley, the man who dropped the marriage bomb, held the key to his answers.Brian excused himself, shuffling his feet as fast as his twenty-eight years old self could muster. He need to speak to Mr Danley, at least for some clarification. Marriage was the least of his concerns right now. Not with his mom dying at the hospital."Hello sir, hello sir, excuse me," Brian said, trying to put a stop on the man. Despite being sixty-five years old, Mr Danley still had the strength to move quickly. And it was not until he got outside did Brian finally catch up with him.Mr Danley screeched to a halt suddenly, "Yes. Something you want to say?"That question, aga
Chapter sevenThree months ago was when it all happened. Yes. Exactly three months, two weeks and six days. Nobody but Brian could remember this, for it was a day he would forever remember.No. Not just a day he would remember but a day that changed the course of his life. And that was something he must deal with."Where to, restaurant boy," came a voice.Brian ignored the voice and continued his quick steps. He didn't even turn either, for he recognize the voice. And soon, he existed the porch of the main villa.Words like this meant nothing to him anymore. He got use to it three months ago. In fact, it became a must if he must survived the harsh environment his marital vows plunged him into.And why shouldn't he?Ethan was the guy who spoke, the guy Ana had ditched. He wasn't just any guy but a rich guy that had vowed to make Brian's life a living hell. And so far, he was doing a pretty good job.Brian let himself into a separate section of two-bedroom apartment where he saw Ana, wh