The Billionaire's Hidden Son

A Dream Come true

Chapter 8

STEPHEN P.O.V

Am I ready? 

I've been through a lot, I've been to hell and back. I shouldn't let this opportunity pass, I can't let this opportunity pass. 

There are numerous things about me that I want to find out, there are numerous mistakes I wish to correct in my life, and if working at this company can provide that opportunity, then I am fully prepared.

“I'm ready” I responded with determination. 

Karen let out a loud, relieved breath. It's obvious she was holding her breath, she feared what my answer would be.

“I was afraid you might not be ready” she said, “The chairman is getting older, and it is crucial for him to pass on the responsibilities to his child. And thankfully, you appeared at the perfect time, and it will undoubtedly bring positive changes to your life and status,” Karen expressed, her words filling me with happiness. 

Just hearing this news was enough to brighten my day.

"So sorry for not offering you anything, I was just too happy to see you" she says.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, and there is no need to apologize for not offering me anything. It's completely fine,” I reassured her.

I know nothing about her, in fact, I had doubts about her before coming… But judging from our interaction so far, she's a nice person. 

She clapped her hands lightly, and two maids came out from nowhere and approached us. Their eyes were filled with anticipation. Their footsteps quickened as they approached her, ready to fulfill her command.

“Here's Mr. Stephen Roberts,” she said, her voice commanding attention. “I don't need to give too many details. I have already told you all about him earlier, remember?” the maids nodded. “Good. Now go and prepare different types of meals for him” 

“Yes, ma'am,” the maids replied in unison, their voices filled with respect. 

With a fleeting glance towards me, they swiftly turned and hurried back inside, eager to complete their given task.

“You must be in need of a refreshing bath and a change of clothes,” she offered, her tone inviting. 

I sneakily sniffed my underarm and gagged, then faced her and nodded in agreement. I stood up immediately, grateful for the opportunity to freshen up. 

With her leading the way, we walked towards another apartment in the building, distinct from what I had seen previously. The decor and ambiance exuded a sense of elegance and luxury. She reached into her bag, gracefully retrieving a key. She presented it to me with a gentle smile.

“Here's the key to your apartment,” she announced.

A key to my apartment? I asked mentally as I stared unbelievably at the key she was handling over to me.

“And you'll need a new phone as well, which I've taken the liberty to purchase for you”

She reached to her bag and pulled out a new phone and handed it to me.

“Here's your new phone” she said as I collected it. “My number is already saved in it, you can give me a call once you're done freshening up, and I will come to pick you up” she concluded. 

Feeling overwhelmed and speechless, I merely nodded in acknowledgment. It all felt like a dream, a distant realm of reality that was too surreal to fully comprehend…I honestly felt like we're in a movie at this point because this can't be reality.

Walking fully inside the apartment, I was greeted by a spacious living room and bedrooms. My priority was locating the bathroom, and after a brief search, I found it. 

Eager to wash away the day's weariness, I swiftly undressed and stepped into the shower, relishing the coolness of the water as it enveloped my body, providing a momentary escape from reality. 

Just as I began to find a tranquil moment amidst the cascading water, a knock on my bedroom door shattered the peace. 

Hastily turning off the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to the room. Taking in the sight of neatly arranged clothes on the bed brought a sense of relief. 

I was applying cream to my body, when another round of knocks resonated through the room, disrupting the tranquility once more. 

“Who's there?” I inquired, wondering who could be seeking my attention at this moment.

I waited for a few seconds, then heard someone respond, claiming she's a maid.

“Alright, I'll be there soon,” I replied calmly. 

“Alright, sir,” she responded respectfully. 

A surge of disbelief washed over me as I contemplated the respect I was being shown. It felt surreal, like a dream I never thought would come true. 

After a few minutes, I finished getting dressed and stood before the mirror, taking a moment to assess my appearance. 

Satisfied with my choice, I had opted for a well-fitted white shirt paired with black jeans. 

Retrieving the phone President Karen had given me, I dialed the number and waited for the call to connect.

“Hello, ma'am, I am done," I said into the phone, my voice filled with a sense of completion. 

"Alright, a maid will be there to pick you up," she replied, her voice conveying a calm assurance. 

I made my way to the living room, awaiting the arrival of the maid. Steer back to the large mansion on my own seemed daunting, and I appreciated the assistance. 

A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts, and I swiftly stood up, opening the door to find the maid standing there, her head respectfully bowed. It was a sight that was still unfamiliar to me, the level of respect I was receiving.

 "Thank you for coming to pick me up. Shall we leave now?" I inquired politely, eager to embark to go put something in my stomach.

"Sure, young master," she replied, her voice respectful and attentive. 

We walked together towards the mansion, the grandeur of the surroundings becoming more familiar with each step. 

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Hours later, after I had finished my meal, President Karen and I sat together, engaged in casual conversation. 

"I have something for you" she says before dipping her hand inside her bag, she brought out a black card and hand it over to me.

"Have this, it's yours"

My brows furrowed in bewilderment. Like, does she realized this is a black card?

"It's a black card specially designed for your family, there's alot of money in there you can spend it as you like" she say.

Saying *I'm shocked* isn't the right words to express my feelings at this moment. Black card? For me? I can spend the money in it as I like? 

"This is just unbelievable," I couldn't keep my bewilderment to myself anymore.

I mean, this card is specifically designed for my family, and it's filled with a significant amount of money...now she's telling me it's all mine? 

The sheer incredibility of the situation left me almost speechless. Before I could fully process this unexpected and unplanned gift, her phone rang abruptly, interrupting my moment. 

"Excuse me," she murmured apologetically, excusing herself to answer the call. 

I noticed her mood change drastically. My curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but wonder what had caused such a sudden change in her mood. 

As she hung up the call, an air of unease settled in the room, leaving me with a sense that something was amiss.

"What happened, President Karen?" I inquired, trying to gauge the severity of the situation. 

She let out a weary sigh, and I could see the frustration etched on her face. 

"My PA just informed me that someone stole the upcoming deal paper. I don't even know what to do right now," she lamented, her hand instinctively reaching up to massage her forehead in a gesture of distress.

Shit -I cursed mentally.

"I'm sorry, about that" I sympathized with her. "But aren't there no CCTV cameras around?" I asked.

"Yes, we have CCTV cameras in every office" she answered.

"Then ask the security team to check the CCTV footage; they might be able to catch the person," I suggested, hoping it would provide a solution. However, President Karen shook her head.

"It has been checked, but we still haven't found any leads. I'm at a loss for what to do," she remarked, her frustration evident in her voice. 

“I believe the person responsible may still be in the office. We should come up with another solution right now on how to catch them,” I proposed, hopeful that this course of action would yield results. 

“Yes, I understand that,” she responded, acknowledging the urgency. 

“But we also need that paper as soon as possible.” 

Then there was a brief silence between us.

“I have a suggestion,” I said, uncertain if she would be receptive to my idea. 

“What is it? Right now, I welcome any help that can come our way,” she replied, sounding desperate for a solution. 

“Allow me to work as a commoner in the office,” I offered, aware that it might not be a conventional plan but hoping it would be considered.