CHAPTER ONE.
"You dingbat!" A voice yelled at Nathan.
In a few hours he will turn 18 years old, and he spent his day cleaning the basketball court. He had pleaded with the coach to give him the cleaning contract, instead of hiring a professional cleaner to do the job. He looks up to see the owner of the unfriendly voice, only to get his face covered in a dirty sweaty smelly towel.
"I want that properly washed," Bernard said. "It's expensive, you probably can't afford it, even if you spent your entire life mopping basketball courts, so, you better not ruin my towel!"
Nathan glared at Bernard in anger. He clenched his fist approaching him. "Be civil with your choice of words!"
Bernard groaned, pulling Nathan's hair. Bernard was tall and huge, unlike small lanky Nathan. His masculine build was quite attractive.
"What did you say?" Bernard continued pulling his hair. "Will you wash the towel or not?"
"I never said I wouldn't wash it, just be civil while talking to me. that's all." Nathan struggled to push Bernard away, the harder he tried the weaker he became. "Let go of me!"
Bernard tossed him aside. "I think I will just tell the coach to terminate your contract."
"No please! I'll wash it. properly." Nathan managed to force out the words. "I need this job."
"Then be a good servant boy." Bernard grinned. "You know, I envy everyone you have never met, you're like an end piece of a loaf of bread. I would love to insult you but I'm afraid I won't do it as well as nature did."
Nathan stood there, glaring at him. His cheeks burned from anger, his eyes fighting back the threatening tears that built. He realized he had no right to vent out on Bernard. Only nature could be blamed.
For cursing his mother with cancer. The finances in the house started going worse when his mother discovered she had cancer of the blood. His father literally spent every penny he saved and even took out loans, yet she was still battling with the disease.
Nathan picked the towel from the floor and tossed it into the laundry basket. Several other towels and basketball wears belonging to his other teammates were also in there. He knew he had to work hard to afford his fees at college. Even if it meant cleaning the basketball court and washing their pants.
"Hey bonehead!" Bernard took a step forward. "You are only a servant around here, so put your anger in check and stay in your place. A servant has no right to get angry at his masters, understood?"
"The only person here that needs understanding is you," Charlotte stepped into the basketball court, cat walking towards the boys. She looked directly into Bernard's eyes. "You need to understand that he is not your servant, as a matter of fact, no one here is."
"Charlotte." Bernard said, looking at Charlotte, the captain of the cheerleading team.
"Yes," Charlotte folded her arms across her chest. "Pick your dirty towel from the laundry basket and leave."
"Oh, please no, I don't want any problems, I'll wash it." Nathan muttered.
"No, he will take back his towel or ask you nicely to do his laundry." Charlotte insisted.
"He is only doing his job." Bernard groaned, but stopped halfway, reminding himself Charlotte was his captain's girlfriend and dreading her will automatically get him blacklisted on the team.
"Well?" Charlotte shot Bernard a warning look. "Well?"
"Fine!" Bernard grunted, looking at Nathan. "Please wash my towel for me."
Nathan nodded. A smile lighting up his face. He held back laughter as Bernard strode out of the basketball court. "Lightly saturate a towel or a microfiber cloth and push it around the floor to get the dirt off the floor." He said aloud as he left.
"Hey, thank you." Nathan said, looking at Charlotte. He was really grateful.
"Don't be like this." Charlotte shot him a disappointing glance.
"Like how?" Nathan asked. He had too much going on in his mind already. The last thing he needed was someone to add up or stress him.
"You need to stand up for yourself, don't let the other basketball team members bully you or anyone at all." Charlotte said. "You are also human like them."
"What would you have me do?" Nathan asked.
"Call his bullshit to his face, don't let no one."
Nathan cut her off. "And what next? He reports me to the coach, laying false accusations on me, then I lose my job. Will you take care of my paycheck?"
"I'm sorry." Charlotte muttered. "I didn't mean it like that. Just meant. Stand up for yourself."
Nathan ignored her, focusing on his work.
"Tomorrow is my birthday." Charlotte said, standing on the tip of her toe to stare over Nathan, while he bent to scrub the floor.
"Happy birthday." Nathan replied without looking up. "I wish you all the best."
"Ummm." Charlotte relaxed on her feet. "I was thinking if you're not busy tomorrow night, you could come for my party?"
"Huh?" Nathan looked over at her. No one had ever invited him to their party before at school. It seemed as if he was locked out, living in a separate world. Now the girlfriend of the basketball captain inviting him to her birthday party? He wasn't sure how to feel about it.
"I'm having a birthday party tomorrow night, can you come? I'd like to have you there." Charlotte gave him a charming smile.
Nathan huffed. "Are you being serious right now?"
"Yup!" Charlotte nodded. "You're invited to my party."
"Well." Nathan shrugged. "I would come if I could."
"So, is that a yes, or no?" The smile on Charlotte's face disappeared. "Well?" She sighed this time.
"I don't know. let's see." Nathan turned to face his job. He really wanted her to leave. She was distracting him. Oh yeah! She had rich parents, there was no way she would understand the hardship money came with or value time.
Charlotte shrugged disappointedly and left. That was not the kind of response she had expected but oh well, like they say, expectations hurt. She could hear Nathan's phone ring as she left.
CHAPTER TWO."Hello? Baby." Nathan spoke into the phone. "Baby thank goodness you called. I was having such a terrible day.""That's not why I called, oh please spare me all that." Anabel's voice was husky and pissed. "I am not interested in any of that."Nathan nodded sadly, understanding Anabel was not in the mood. "How are you?" He managed to ask.Anabel's voice came out quickly over the phone. "There's a birthday party I need to attend tomorrow, our cheerleading captain is celebrating her birthday tomorrow night in a grand style. All my friends and cheerleaders will be going!"Nathan frowned deeply. Charlotte's birthday party was the least of his problems. "For the records I'm not going." He said firmly."Who's asking you to?" Anabel laughed. "There's no way she'll even invite you to her party. That's not why I called anyway.""Why did you call? I was working." Nathan said."I need 1000 dollars to buy a red dinner gown, we the cheerleading team has decided to storm the party in re
CHAPTER THREE.Was this a joke? 100 million dollars in his bank account? Nice one, his bank manager was definitely pulling some sort of stupid prank on him on his birthday.He remembered his last year's birthday, how Bernard pranked him:"Happy birthday, cleaner boy!" Bernard said, walking up to Nathan. "On behalf of the basketball team, we say a very happy birthday to you. In there is a new phone for you, an iPhone. Hence you don't have an iPhone, we contributed money to buy you one. The latest model actually.""Really?!" Nathan smiled looking at his teammates. "Thank you!""Throw your old phone away, man! Common, you've got a new phone!" Bernard led him on."Yeah sure." Nathan nodded, removing his sim card. He then threw his phone over the university's gate to a main road."Good riddance!" Bernard cheered. "Now take." He handed over a gift bag to Nathan.Nathan collected the gift bag in excitement, he opened the bag and discovered a toy phone. It was a toy phone!"It's a toy phone."
CHAPTER FOUR.Nathan didn't fall asleep the entire night. He kept pondering over his parents’ revelation. Imagining and fantasizing on how his life would be from now onwards.He got up early, had his bath, did his chores, and rushed over to his bank. He was too nervous to even have breakfast. He had to figure out if his parents were playing a prank on him. He nearly got hit by another when he got down from his.The bus driver cussed him out."You rascal!" The bus driver yelled. "Do you want to get me in trouble with the legal authorities?""I'm sorry." He apologized even though he wasn't at fault. The driver was simply a careless man, without a driver's license, maybe."Sorry for yo mama, stupid!" The driver yelled.He ignored the driver and raced towards the bank. He saw the driver park his bus and step out, chasing after him. The hell! What a lunatic that shouldn't be behind a gear. The driver continued chasing after him until the driver bumped into the police.That was Nathan's sav
CHAPTER FIVE.The customer care lady strode out of the manager's office and approached Nathan."Hello sir." She said respectfully. "Here's your coffee, cream filled." She handed Nathan a cup of coffee."Thank you." Nathan smiled, sipping his coffee, just the way he loved it. Money was indeed powerful. Now he understood the saying: money rules the world.Anabel laughed horribly. "Sir? Common miss, don't waste your time. He's not worth the V.I.P treatment, he's got nothing less than 50 dollars in his account." She looked at the man she was with, rubbing his chest. "This is the real deal.""Oh no girl," The lady shook her head. " He has 100 million dollars in his account, currently he is our most valued customer."Anabel and the man laughed."I'm telling you miss; he is poor. Just yesterday he was just a loser with only 100 thousand dollars, not millions. Don't let him fool you.""He makes a living by washing dirty clothes for the basketball team in the university. He couldn't even affor
CHAPTER SIX.Nathan sat in Bart's office, staring at him. His face covered in shame. Maybe this was the end of the prank. What was he expecting? Too much fairy tales was messing up with him to have even thought he was suddenly rich over night.Or could his father be involved in some sort of fraud? And made up lies about owning an empire? Could his father really sell him out?If his father was into dubious things, he'd never rat him out.Bart cleared his throat, straightening up. "This account belong to the Alcantara family.""Yes, I am a son of the family." Nathan answered, more confused and frustrated."But your name is Nathan Smith." Bart said."Alcantara is our family's surname. My dad's name is Smith, so in full my name is Nathan Smith Alcantara." Nathan tried to clarify. "I prefer to answer my dad's name." "You do know impersonation is a serious crime, yeah?" Bart asked, raising his eye brows."I am not impersonating anyone." Nathan said firmly."Very well then, I have to verify
CHAPTER SEVEN.Nathan's gaze roamed appreciatively over the room. He grinned at Bart.Suddenly Bart spoke to him with respect and honor. That was the power of money. Money was indeed the ultimate. Now he had money, he felt powerful."Enjoy, Nathan." Bart said, smiling nervously. "Really happy to have met you. it's a pleasure.""Bad days are gone." Nathan muttered to himself. "Dreams come true. oh yeah, they do..""Excuse me?" Bart leaned forward, towards Nathan."Nothing." Nathan firmly said."Okay, Sir." Bart said the last word uneasily. If wishes were horses.Nathan nodded sheepishly. He didn't know how to feel. He was still struggling to overcome his surprise and shock. Just yesterday he was some poor kid mopping the floor, today his family were the richest in the world? Perfect example of miracle."I'll be on my way now," Nathan said, flipping his gold card."Thank you, hoping to see you around." Bart smiled in a cool way.Nathan majestically walked outside Bart's office, dipping
CHAPTER EIGHT.Two other saleswomen observed Nathan and the drama at hand.The first girl whispered to her co worker. "The poor boy thinks he can afford the bag." She laughed. "Loser! Look at him, he probably buys his clothes from the lost and found stand by the train station.""Common, don't be mean." The second girl said cautiously. "You don't know him...""I don't need to know him; his looks say everything.""You what they say, don't judge a book by its cover."The first girl shook her head. "I will judge this one by it's dirty cover, duh!" She rolled her eyes."Not all that glitters is gold."The first girl pointed at the fat man. "Well, this one glitter and it's gold."The second girl shrug sadly, watching Nathan."What kind of embarrassment is this?" Nathan asked.The saleswoman frowned. "You are the only one embarrassing yourself here. I told you; you cannot afford anything in this store."The second salesgirl matched forward to Nathan, smiling. "Hello sir, you are welcome to D
CHAPTER NINE.Nathan dipped his hands inside his pockets and brought out a gold card.All eyes were on Nathan and his gold card.The salesgirl and saleswoman laughed mockingly."That is fake. like he is." The saleswoman said."Or he probably stole it." The salesgirl added."It is pure gold!" The second salesgirl screamed, stretching to touch it.The man also reached out to feel the card. "This is gold." His eyes widened and mouth dropped open."Stunt! I don't believe." The saleswoman argued."Only one way to find out." The security man said, leading Nathan to the payment stand. "Make your payment now and save us time."At the payment stand, the cashier use Nathan's gold card and the payment is successfully made. Nathan dropping off a reasonable tip for the cashier."Case settled." The security man said. "My sincere apologies."The saleswoman leaned forward towards Nathan, smiling. "Hello sir. today has been a tough day..with one whole big misunderstanding." She stretched the last word