The Almighty General

How to become a Trillionaire

How to become bastardly rich in a few hours…is that even possible?... Yes, yes it is.

I hear the terrible news and everything fades off. I don't think of anything, but at least the first thing I remember to do is end the call and pick up my keys. I go to the garage of my mansion and I run to my Mercedes-Benz.

I start the car into life and after hours of driving, I'm here, at home.

I get down from the car and I raise my eyes to look at the house. It's enormous, and it screams wealth.

I'm Hans Ronald, son of the richest man in the city and an entrepreneur-billionaire myself. My world was spinning perfectly until I got a call that my parents had been murdered and all I can think of is revenge!.

I walk into the house. There's a maid walking up the stairs, she turns to me when she hears my footsteps and then she greets me.

“Good day master Hans."

“Where's the lawyer?." I ask her.

“He's in the office upstairs master." She says and then she bows before she leaves.

I walk to the office and I push open the door. Sitting on the biggest leather seat in the room was a lawyer I was familiar with, but I didn't know the other men sitting in the room. They were all wearing black suits and holding black brief cases.

“ I'm sorry about your parents demise sir." The lawyer said.

" What's this, why are there so many men in here?." I ask the lawyer and he gives a short smile before he says.

" These men are here because we're signing off the will to you." The lawyer says standing up from his seat. " Please have a seat sir." He says bowing a little and gesturing for me to take a seat.

“My parents have been dead for just a few hours and we're gathering here to hand over the will to me, they haven't even had their funeral yet." I said frowning and turning around to look at all the men in their eyes.

“We're so sorry sir, but we have to do this. It's very important, we can have your parents funeral later, in fact we're planning the ceremony right now." The Lawyer says smiling at me and gesturing towards the table.

“How much is in the will?." I asked the Lawyer and all the men In the room laughed, but it wasn't in mockery.

“A lot sir, too much. An entire generational fortune master Hans... It's a lot, have a look for yourself." The Lawyer said dropping a brief case right in front of me on the table, I take the biggest seat in the room, the same one that the lawyer was sitting on and I inched closer to glance at the file the lawyer has dropped on the table.

I reach across the file, skipping through figures, there were lots of figures. Diamond properties, expensive jewelries, nine hundred and sixty three trillion dollars in an offshore account, a summer house in Texas, a castle in both Florence and Venice, private summer homes in Thailand, transport companies... Billion dollar assets in Dubai, expensive sport cars, private jets, private hotels, helicopters, yachts... I raise my head from the file and I turn to look at the lawyer who is grinning at me from ear to ear rubbing his palms together.

“I get everything?." I asked him with a indifferent voice and a straight face that makes him frown a little.

“Just your signature sir, it's very important that we have you signature on the paper. You're the only heir sir." The lawyer said urging me to sign the papers.

I took a pen from the table and I sign the papers.

“You can go for the funeral now master. Everything belongs to you now, you're the king of the world master Hans, the entire world. Such a young age and you're already a multi trillionaire. Congratulations sir." He said taking another bow.

I stand up from the leather arm chair and with short strides I leave the parlour.

They weren't joking when they said they were already planning the funeral. I walk into my bedroom in my parents house and I see a tailored black suit laying on the bed.

I grab the suit and a note slips off. I pick it up and I read it. 'After the funeral, your attention is greatly needed at The Ronald empire'

I pick the note up and shove it into my back pocket.

***

I climb down from the car and I walk into my mansion, that formerly belonged to my dad.

“Master Hans, we need you to sign some documents at the company, sir." A voice said to me and I turned.

“Who are you?." I asked the man that was following behind me. He's tall, with sandy blonde hair. He's wearing dark shades that matches his charcoal black suit.

“I'm Sean, your father's account at the company, sir." He pulled his shades off and I could see his clear blue eyes in the clear weather.

“Can I just breathe, I don't even have time to process all this. " I say to Sean and he nods frantically but he still persists.

" I'm sorry sir but this is urgent, we need to show you some documents and swear you in as the Chief Executive Officer sir, it would be quick. " He says taking a small bow.

" Let's go. " I say to him and I walk back outside.

There is a white Rolls-Royce waiting outside. Sean opens the door and he slips into the driver seat. I open the door of the passenger seat and I enter into the car.

Immediately I take a seat, my phone starts to ring.

“Hello?." I say into the phone.

“Hello, this is Sasha, your father's account." The melodic female voice said through the phone.

“I thought Sean was my father's account..." I said suddenly alarmed.

“Yes Sean is in charge of the United States, I'm calling from London, sir."

That's the disadvantage to becoming bastardly rich in a few hours... You become indispensable.