THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR

FRANCO CALVIN: THE SOCIAL MEDIA MENACE

About a week later, Marvin found himself wandering through the busy streets of Westwood.

He was dressed simply in a plain T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of good sneakers. His eyes were clear and he looked to be in good shape after his recent breakthrough, however his steps were firm as he walked into a liquor store.

The store had an opulent silver sign that read "Tony’s Liquor" in bold letters. Inside, the lights were dim, and the scent of gooseberries and alcohol filled the air.

Marvin walked up to the counter where a middle-aged waiter stood, cleaning a glass.

“What’ll it be?” the waiter asked, looking Marvin over with a quick glance.

“Just a bottle of Smirnoff Ice,” Marvin replied with a voice that was calm but carrying a hint of exhaustion.

As the waiter turned to grab the drink from a small fridge behind the counter, Marvin pulled out his phone.

He opened up his gallery and began scrolling through pictures of his stunning mansion on Fairway Street.

The mansion was vast, with slee