The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge)

The change

A convoy of exotic black Jeeps followed in a uniform order entered inside Brandon’s compound. Everyone in the street was out to see who they were coming for.

“They stopped at that man’s compound. You think Brandon is his name”, a man said. Gossiping.

“I guess that man is in trouble with some rich men” one of the neighbors said.

“The man was an easy going person but I heard he’s a failure!” another said.

Brandon heard all their gossip about him. He had gone out to get a few things from the grocery store. “Gossip all you want, it can’t hurt greater than the pain I felt”, Brandon said.

He was wearing a big black hoodie with a face cap so no one could see him. “They’re here!” he said to himself walking as fast as his legs to carry him.

“Arturo!” Brandon exclaimed, grinning as he saw his father’s right-hand man. Arturo smiled calmly. “Where is my father? It’s been a while” he asked him. His once depressed face was glowed up.

“Will you take me to him?” Brandon asked in haste without giving Arturo a chance to answer his previously asked questions.

“I am here” his father said. He got down from the car, his scent was so strong. “You still have the same scent father!” Brandon said as he moved to hug his father.

Arturo and his father’s other man stopped him. “Not yet! Step aside”, Brandon’s father thundered.

They both had a striking appearance, their eyes, their body physique, everything. The only difference was Brandon's hair color. It was blond like his mother’s.

His father was wearing a white Tuxedo. He appeared so young, he could pass as Brandon’s elder brother and not his father. He passed the cigar in his mouth to one of the men beside him.

“I came here to make sure you are truly back to your sense.!” His father said.

“You descended so low to this shit hole. Is this where he lived?” Brandon’s father asked Arturo.

“Yes sir, for two years now!” Arturo responded. “ Have you been keeping tabs on me?” Brandon asked him.

“On the Don’s order!” Arturoo replied to him. “ Set this place ablaze”. His father said to him, “It's not my father. I can’t do that”, Brandon said.

“You think so little of my presence. Burn it down Brandon!” his father said once again. Brandon walked in one last time. “Don’t pick up anything”, his father said to him.

Brandon’s father’s men poured gasoline all around the house. “I heard your in-law acquired this building not too long ago, with the help of the… what name again Arturo,” his father asked. “Sillverio Sir” Arturo responded swiftly.

It angered Brandon, “was that why she refused to pay the rent I gave her? That’s cruel!” Brandon said to himself.

“Is it hard to let go of the part that showed you how useless you are without money?” Brandon’s father asked him.

“No father I am ready!” Brandon lighted the paper and threw it to the house. It caught fire.

His father walked towards him and hugged him tightly.

“Lets move, the fire might grow bigger anytime soon. You wait and take care of this place” Arturo said to some of the men.

Brandon and his father walked into one of the big jeeps. “I can’t believe most of my memory here, would be seeing this house burning up in flames”, Brandon said to himself.

“Now that it has been proven that you are back to your senses, Brandon. First you'll take back your name. I never named you wade” his father paused.

“Yes father, I am Ramirez Cedric Soriano”, Brandon said. “Yes, that’s what I named you. You can keep the name Brandon. It’s a good memory of your mom and I will not take that from you”, his father said.

“You need to clean up first, you look like a prisoner” his father added.

“I want a favor from your father”, Brandon asked. “Go ahead, there is nothing I can’t do”, his father responded.

“I want us to buy the company I once worked for” he said to his father.

“Burn Or Buy?” his father asked, even though he heard him clearly. Brandon laughed softly “NO father, I want us to buy it” he responded.

“Its done!” Brandon’s father assured him. “How about I get the Sillverio’s holdings for you?” Brandon’s father asked him. Brandon couldn’t believe his ears.

“Do you know how much they are worth father?” “, it's way up like billions of dollars, father”, Brandon said.

“You’re asking the wrong questions. DO you know how much your father is worth?” His father replied to him.

Brandon heaved a sigh of relief.” I almost forgot father” he said,

“You forgot everything, Brandon”, his father said. “Stop here, he needs a makeover”, his father said to Arturo, who was driving their own car.

“Send everyone out, Don Soriano Alexander needs to use this place”, Brandon’s father said. “Yes don, I wil be back”. Auturo got out of the car. He was followed by a few men.

“It’s cleared sir!” Autoro replied. “That was fast. Where did all the people in there go?” Brandon asked. “Money cleared them!” Brandon’s father said.

They entered the big mall, it had a makeover centre and a saloon. Everyone kept bowing down as Brandon and his father walked in. Brandon had forgotten he was now a different man, he bowed also to those staff in uniforms that bowed to him and his father.

“Look how lowly life has treated you!” Brandon’s father said, making fun of him for bowing in response t the attendants' greetings. “You should walk with your heads high up in the sky Brandon!” his father said, smiling.

“Go in with Arturo! I will assign your personal guard to you after everything is done” he said to Brandon, patting him on his shoulders and leaving.

“What would you want us to do Sir?” a woman asked him. “A simple cleanup will do!” Arturo said.

“No, I want a full change”, Brandon said. “If I change, I’m changing it all”, Brandon said.

“Come with me Sir!” she said, We have a couple of the best styles you can choose from” she said, offering Brandon a catalogue. “Did you see that young man that walked in right now with me in white tuxedo’s ?” Brandon asked her.

“Yes sir I did, he owns this place now!” She responded. “What!” Brandon exclaimed, staring wildly at Arturo. “Yes young master, I had to buy it when they weren’t complying” he responded.

Brandon’s jaws dropped. He collapsed peacefully into the chair set aside for him. “Get started” he said to the woman.

Brandon had a massage, manicure and pedicure and the last part before his dress changed was his hair. “What do we do Sir?” the woman asked him. “I want it black!” Brandon said without refraining himself. He was bold, daring and determined.

“You don’t have to go that far” Arturo said, convincing Brandon about his hair color choice. That was what made you stand out and look different”, Arturo added.

“What did that standing out bring me? Nothing but pain and depression” “If your call hadn’t come that night I would have done something stupid!” Brandon said,

“What could be more stupid than kneeling to beg those Fools as you have done” Arturo said to Brandon, rolling his eyes at him in disgust.

“You talked to my father, What else do you know about what happened?” Brandon asked him. “Nothing goes on without the Don knowing” he responded.

“Make up your mind, we have thirty minutes to our next meeting” Arturo said to him, as he left Brandon alone In there.

“This might be my last time seeing you”, Brandon caressed his long blonde hair for the last time.

“Cut It!” he said to the woman.

“Is he done?” Don Soriano asked Arturo. “Almost done, I told him we would be leaving in thirty minutes” he replied him.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Don Soriano?” Arturo asked.