The Dangerous Wealthy Punk

Chapter Three

"Is this a prank?" He muttered.

Growing up, he had always known him to be a prankster. But that was pretty long ago.

But now.

Was he trying out a prank just to bring back the old memories for a faster renewal?

"A prank?" His eyes farrowed towards him but the look on his face was not giving him away even for a single moment.

"This is not a prank George and I am dead serious. The family needs you now." He emphasized.

But he was confused, staring at__ him still trying hard to figure out why the family would want him at that momen__t.

"I am just such a worthless piece of shit and the family can always 09060912508 without." Those were the exact words that his grandfather had spoken to him.

"Why does he suddenly want that worthless piece of shit back now?" He frowned.

Henry hesitated for a while for reasons that he could not pin down at the moment.

Random thoughts ran through his mind as he waited for him to say something, already getting tired of the excessive silence that enveloped the whole place.

"The company is in deep trouble." He noted.

"What do you mean by that?" He inquired.

"Recently the group has not been doing well, and  with the little funds left we can barely clear up our debts."

"The last time that I checked, the Hopkins group still topped the chat right?" There was not even a single trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Yes. Grandfather has been doing well covering everything up lately. But I don't think that he will be able to continue with that after the end of this week, it would be evident that we are no longer in business."

There was no need to guess what went wrong as it was pretty evident from the point that he was.

"Poor management of course."

But even with all of these, he was still a little bit confused as to why they wanted him back...

"Were they expecting him to rob some of his shit off on the company to bring it back to life?" He thought out loud.

"And where do I fit in all of this?" He finally inquired.

"The investment that you made a long time ago brought back a lot of investment." Brought out the black platinum card that he had opened with the investment name and handed it over to him.

"I guess that everyone was wrong and you were right after."

He was confused. When he left the group, he was convinced that there was not going to be a return. The oil industry was in troubled waters.

"That's impossible. Do you expect me to fall for that?"

"I guess you have been way too busy to look into the business world but it's true." He added.

Memories of the past sped off into his head. The death of his mother, jail, and even an attempt to end his life.

His teeth were clenched against each other with so much anger and his knuckles clenched.

"Even though all of this is true. I would be glad to watch that he'll all crumble and there is certainly no way that I am going back there." He replied, turning around to leave as he could not continue thinking about it

But as he made his way to leave, Henry stopped him right in his tracks with his eyes filled with so many pleas but the only thing that he could see was his mother on the deathbed.  

"I know we wronged you, and we are sorry. And grandfather is not only going to make you the present, he wants you to owe 90 percent of it if you agree to this." He added.

He paused right on the spot. The words of his mother to find a way back into the family stream back into his end.

She was the lady with the biggest heart.

Those were her last words. How could he disobey it now?

"I know it's going to be difficult for you. But we will give you time to think about it. If you ever change your mind." Handed a card to him.

"Grandpa will be meeting with you there." He added.

George stared at the card for a while, wanting to dispose of it but then, he clutched hard to it for a while.

"I have heard you."

"Going somewhere?" He inquired.

"Don't worry. Already got to where I am going." He lied once again.

He walked away slower, the thoughts clouding his mind.

"What if he is lying? After everything that happened. I can't trust anyone from that place.' He thought again.

He wished that his phone was doing well. If not he would have been able to check his account balance since it was linked up to the account.

There was only one way that he could check it out now.

His head spurted around for a moment and he could see the public ATM stand half a mile away.

His hands swept off the smooth surface of the express card as he walked gradually toward the ATM stand.

A slight air escaped from his mouth, his heart racing on his chest for reasons that he could not lay his hands on.

The card is on its way into the card slot and it goes through the normal routine of beeping.

"Error." A long beeping sound emitted.

"To check your balance, please visit a bank as the screen monitor can't display such." It read.

The words struck him like a flash of lightning and even though that lifted his hope, it might also be a glitch so he had to confirm in the bank to ascertain that it was all true.

Since the bank was in the neighborhood, it was easy for him to walk towards the bank.

Sweat dripped down from the Corner of his face but his struggle was rewarded by the sight of the huge banking building that stood before him.

He released an air of relief as he made his way toward the banking hall.

He walked towards the customer care service and the lady was working on her computer.

"Welcome to Starlight Bank, dear valued customer. How may she be of help to you?" She raised her head slowly with a smile hanging on her face.

But immediately her eyes laid on him, the smile that was hanging on her face disappeared and was replaced with stale hatred.

"Not another one. And to think that he had the guts to deceive me with such a classic scent." Her lips twitched with disgust as she muttered loud enough for him to hear.

For the first time, he noticed that Henry's classic scent had eventually robbed him after they had been together for a while.

"One of those beggars on the street aren't you?" She scoffed. "I'm sorry, but we don't offer help to beggars, you will have to move along."

George was shocked by her outrageous manners as he continued to stare at her for a while a little bit.

"Excuse you? I came here to check my account." He tried hard not to get angry at her words.

"As though you have anything in there."

"I don't get you. This is a bank and I am a customer. I have the right to look in whatever way I can't and I think training should tell you not to discriminate." He ventured, with a trace of his old classic self taking a grip on him.

"Seems like you know a lot. That's exactly why it's called a bank. We attend to customers, not beggars. That's what a charity organization does."

"Mind you, fussing won't do you any good. I had a lot of work before you walked in so you better start leaving already or I will get the security to get you out."

When she noticed that he was not giving in, she reached out to a security officer who came in a few moments later.

"Please take him away. He is causing me trouble." He noted.

Just then, a man walked into the place with someone else with him.

His aura was way too strong and immediately the banker laid his eyes on him, she shoved off from her seat with sudden reverence.

"Good day, sir." She greeted me.

"What's going on here? The noise was so much that I came here to check it out myself, do you realize that we are expecting the CEO?" He frowned at her behavior.

"I'm sorry Sir. He was trying to cause trouble but I will get him out soon. He is a beggar." She added.

His head spun around towards him and a sense of cold shivers went down his spine.

George recognizes him too, one of his father's bulldogs. That must have been one of the ways he learned about the return if that proved to be true.

"Master George?" A cold bath of chills went down his spine.

He fell to his knees.

"I am sorry sir." He apologized.

"But manager. He is just a punk. Why are you?" Confusion flooded his mind as she continued to marvel at what was going on.

"Get down on your knees right now if you don't want to get fired immediately." He resounded the warning.

The words struck her and an electrifying flash of lightning shock hit her as she stared at her boss, then at George, and back at the floor.

"Who are you?" Her heart sank.