As soon the driver opened the door Jackson saw flashes which made him shield his eyes. He got out of the car hearing mummers and seeing tons of people to the side. This wasn’t a red carpet show it was a funeral but it certainly didn’t feel like it.
To his back he saw rows and rows of limos parked, to his side he saw paparazzi, reporters, newsmen, and regular civilians trying to look at the event. None of them could enter the church since it was a ‘private ’event. “It’s Blake Starkwood I thought he was dead”, “Seems he’s alive and well what’s he been doing these past few months”.
Adrian came to Jackson’s Side stopping any reporters or cameramen from getting close. “This is a troubling time for Mr Starkwood so please just let him through he doesn’t need all this”, Adrian said to the reporters.
Adrian led Jackson to the church while shielding him from many cameraman as he possibly could. When they both entered the church there was murmuring heard, men with black luxurious suits and women dressed in black they were conversing with one another but as soon as they so Jackson and Adrian stepped in they all stopped. The silence was deafening.
“What’s the problem did I do something wrong?”, Jackson asked. “No like one of those paparazzi outside said most here thought you dead and that the company was just keeping it under wraps not to lose any assets so this is quite a shock for most of them here”, Adrian answered.
“Oh Alright”, Jackson replied. They weren’t wrong the person standing before them wasn’t Blake Starkwood but was an impostor, who would ever guess that he was a nobody wearing the face of a dead man? Jackson and Adrian went to look for seats but were immediately approached by a man in his forties.
“Mr Starkwood It’s such a relief seeing you here alive and well”, he extended his hand going for a handshake. Jackson was conflicted and what to do. Was this someone Blake knew? In the end, he gave in and shook the man’s hand. “Thank you and thank you for coming”, Jackson said.
“My name is Toby Cameron I was working with a mutually beneficial deal that would gain us millions I’d like to discuss it with you after the funereal”, The main said giving a fake smile
“Really, right here right now? Talk about being desperate”, Jackson said. “I’ll think about it”. Jackson left the man not saying anything more. Others came most offering condolences, others just wanted to talk business with him wherever he went somebody wanted something from him.
It was an odd feeling to Jackson he didn’t know Whether he hated it or liked it, as an orphan and then as a servant for the Starkwood no one paid him a second glance he had nothing to offer them so why would they but now as the sole heir to one of the greatest companies in the world everyone wanted a piece of him.
There were rows of seats in the church one was reserved for the company workers some did seem indeed saddened about the Starkwoods' death. Jackson came to them and thanked them all for coming as he and Adrian planned. He shook hands with as many of them as he could but Jackson suspected this was just them being polite as he had heard, the company workers who had met Blake didn’t enjoy his company the same as the servants didn’t just in the mansion.
“Bro so good to see you’re not dead”, a voice said. Jackson looked to where the voice had come from and found a well-built man with dark hair and green eyes smiling at him. Jackson recognized him It was Brian Weston one of Blake’s friends, his father’s automobile company had merged with Starwood's due to the threat of bankruptcy leaving him and his family with a lot less of money than they originally had. He had spent a lot of time with Blake and tormented him every single time to met, If Jackson's mood hadn’t soured before it was now.
“The others are at the back, It was a surprise seeing you here come on let’s go meet up with them”, Brian said. Jackson stood there for a moment clenching his fist, trying so hard not to let the anger in his face show, and walked off. “What where are you .. ”, Jackson was trying to say. “Piss off!”, Jackson said not turning his back.
Maybe that was a mistake certain to bring up suspicion, but Jackson didn’t care he had a chance to tell him off and he took it. He thought he could endure a few hours of their presence but he was wrong, he didn’t want anything to do with Blake’s friends even If it meant getting his secret exposed.
Jackson sat near the front of the rows of seats beside him was Adrian there was a space reserved for the board members. None spoke to him and simply waited for the ceremony to commence. When it did begin there were different people who came up a pedestal to talk about the Starkwood couple all were inspiring, loving, and heartwarming.
None of the speeches sounded like the Starkwoods he knew, to Jackson they were spoilt, rude, self-entitled snobs but that was just his perspective of them as a servant. Perhaps they had more sides to them than he was shown or maybe they were all full of crap and were just saying nice things to warm up to him, he would never know.
It finally came his turn to speak of the Starkwoods. He looked at Adrian who gave him a nod and walked up to the pedestal. He brought out a small note and began to read from it. “My parents were taken from me in an unfortunate accident.
When I woke up from the hospital and heard the news I was devastated the only family I had was gone. Then I remembered something my father always used to say that the Starkwood automobile company was family. I regret not taking much of a part in It in my previous years but with my parents no longer with us I intend to change that. After laying my parents to rest today I will continue my parents’ dream, of leading the company to a bright future. I look forward to working with all you company workers who could make it, thank you from the bottom of my heart ”, Jackson said.
“Wow, I am a pretty good actor”, Jackson thought as he descended down from the pedestal and to his seat. “You did a marvelous job”, Adrian said with a smile. There were murmurs after the speech. After the service, they all left for the cemetery to put the Starkwood couple in the ground.
As the machine was putting the two coffins containing the Starkwood couple, Jackson had a thought. “Adrian what did we do with my servant’s body … Jackson?”, Jackson asked. “We cremated it, he didn’t have any friends or family so I believed there was no need for a funeral”, Adrian replied. An ache was felt in Jackson’s chest he didn’t feel sad throughout the entire funeral but now he did. But he brushed it off he was no longer Jackson he took it as a type of symbol, destroying his old self so he could become something else, something more.
He didn’t completely believe that, but thinking that way helped with the pain. Besides that wasn’t really him that was cremated, the corpse that was cremated was likely the real Blake Starkwood.
The coffins were laid deep in the ground and some undertakers started to close the grave with dirt. People started leaving, Jackson wanted to as well but Adrian grabbed him by the shoulder. “Don’t be in such a rush, you need to be the last to leave so they can believe you’re still mourning them”, Adrian said. Adrian was right it was annoying but he was right, he stayed with Adrian waiting for the undertakers to be done covering up the buried ground which took about two hours.
After that, they went back to the mansion. “You did well young master truly well now let’s talk about what's next”, Adrian said. “What do you mean?”, Jackson asked. “Well now we have to plan for the next few days, it might be proper for them to assume that you’d be mourning your parents so you wouldn’t visit the company in a few weeks or months but I suggest he go to the company in a few days and assume your position as CEO”, Adrian said.
This was moving a bit too fast for Jackson but he agreed. He went to his room laid on the massive yet very comfortable bed and tried going to sleep. “CEO of a multi billion dollar company having all the power and money in the world. That’s a nice thought”, Jackson said with a huge grin on his and finally went to sleep, he couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.
The next few days Jackson was woken up by Adrian, which was quite a task because it seemed he was attached to the bed he didn’t want to part from it no matter what happened. He was then dressed by Adrian in an expensive blue-looking suit, which Adrian reminded him once again that it was Blake’s favorite color.Adrian then went to a drawer in a room opening it there were rows and rows of watches. At first glance it was obvious that one of them was more expensive than most houses, there were watches with pure gold and diamonds embedded into them, and there were watches with a silver layout but a slick design with the brand logo of Rolex one of the most recognized watch companies in the world, there were those with a platinum layout and some with a leather skin not as charming as the rest but had an old and Gentleman vibe to it.“A suit is never complete without a watch. Do well to remember that.”, Adrian said. He gestured to the drawer giving Jackson the choice of picking which watch to
Still in the car, Jackson found a parking spot reserved for the CEO. He parked and went inside the colossal building. Inside people instantly recognized him as Blake Starkwood a quite known figure.Before he entered there were those performing their daily duties such as the receptionists directing guests in the building and answering numerous calls. Jackson noticed something peculiar about the receptionists, they were young and attractive. He didn’t realize that would be a requirement to work in the company, they might as well be a supermodel. Women in their twenties having the bodies of supermodels wearing these white shirts and pencil skirts did seem pleasing in Jackson's eyes, maybe It was a good strategy.“Welcome Mr. Starkwood”, a voice said. Turning around Jackson noticed a man in his thirties rising up from a cubicle, with baggy eyes, and messed hair. ‘Was he working here all night, that must be brutal Jackson thought ’. Jackson smiled and waved to the man. After a moment of si
Mr Weston waited for a reply from the young man. Blake's face remained emotionless which made Mr Weston wonder If his plan would truly work. ‘What the hell? Brian told me If I brought this deal to Blake he’d take it in a heartbeat, my son may not know his friend as well as he thinks he does, Mr Weston thought.Jackson was considering the deal, It was obvious was Mr Weston’s end goal was but should he care? Taking on the identity of Blake Starkwood he already had enough money than he ever thought he had and he wasn’t sure he even cared about the company. The engine of the man before him almost ran his previous company to the ground what’s to stop him from doing the same to Starkwood Motors, he may not have cared for the company but there were people here who needed the jobs for their survival and Jackson knowing this better than anyone wasn’t heartless enough to contribute in its downfall.“I’ll think about it”, Jackson said. “Great give me a call if you decide to take the deal”, Mr W
Entering the club it was illuminated with several different colors of light flashing and spiraling around everywhere. There was music playing quite loudly so much that Jackson couldn’t hear his own thoughts If I didn’t try hard enough. It was also filled with people, not just more men than women, and the women were quite a sight. If Jackson had to guess none were above thirty and were all fit and good-looking. The same couldn’t be said for the men though, from young adults to those who looked to be in their mid-thirties was there. There must be certain criteria for people who can enter here I wonder which one I fall under rich or young. Probably both ’. Walking around he wondered what to do, dance if he did who would he dance with himself? That would just be Awkward.Suddenly he felt a hand touching his shoulder. “You made it bro so glad you could come”, looking behind him which was where he came from he saw the one who was touching his soldier was Brian Weston. ‘No no no. What is
‘Ten … million … dollars'’ Jackson thought to himself. An amount that most would work their entire lives and wouldn’t come close to making, and he spent it all in one drunken night what an idiot he was. Jackson kept staring at the receipt it seemed he had bought the club in his drunken state. ‘I was in No condition to buy anything, I could sue the sellers for this but then I’d have to court and It would become a big deal but It’s ten million dollars I have to fight for it’.“I must say young master when you were given your platinum card I expected you to go with spending but not this. It seemed I underestimated you” Adrian said with a soft smile.As to what Adrian meant it was the Platinum card Jackson was given access to sometime after the Funeral. The card has access to a lot of the Starkwood's, not all of it of course. There would be spare money all over but it was safe to say that access to tens of millions if not hundreds of millions which Jackson could use at any time.Jac
Jackson went to Starkwood Motors headquarters after his conversation with Adrian. The last time he had visited the building, he did so in a Chevy Camaro, but now he decided to go in a sports car made by Starkwood’s, in fact.It was gray in color, gleaming under the sunlight. It had a sleek body exuding power. The front had a wide black grille and sharp, bright headlights. Its interior had comfortable leather seats and a modern dashboard with a big touchscreen.The steering wheel and the back had the Starkwood Motors logo embedded into it. The design was a combination of sporty and elegant, easy for anyone to appreciate.This was the Starkwood Phantom sports car, its latest model. It wasn’t even in the market yet, but of course, Jackson, acting as the CEO of Starkwood Motors, would have no difficulty in getting access to one.Jackson had always heard how Starkwood Motors made the best sports cars in the world, and now he was driving one. It was the first sports car he had ever used, so
Jackson was in deep thought after Mr Weston had left his office. Should he care that he was going to get kicked out of the company? What would happen then, would he lose everything, or would he be allowed to keep the Starkwood’s fortune?He had only been Blake Starkwood for more than a month, he hadn’t truly experienced what it could do for him. If he was no longer the CEO, would that squash his dreams or would it not matter at all?.While he was deep in thought unbeknownst to him Rebecca had heard the entire conversation with him and Mr Weston. She heard Mr. Weston trying to persuade him to give control over the company, Jackson laughing at him, and Mr Weston declaring to take his job as the CEO.It was both entertaining and surprising to Rebecca. She initially thought Jackson was playing hard to get about the deal Mr Weston had brought him but that didn’t seem to be the case.“Wow, not how I expected the meeting to go, I’m glad I listened in”, Rebecca said. It seemed like Jackson
In a room there seated about thirteen people around a glass round table. They were all well dressed, nine men in expensive-looking suits and four women in suit jackets and pencil skirts.Among these well-dressed individuals was Jackson, wearing a blue suit. He looked nervous. He WAS nervous, this meeting would determine If he would remain the CEO of Starkwood Motors.Getting up from a seat was Logan Weston. “Good day Members of the board”, Mr Weston said addressing all of them and giving a glare to Jackson. “I would like for us all to call a vote, not only to remove Blake Starkwood as the CEO of this company but to cut all ties with him”.“Time and time again he has proven not to care about the works of this company, he has no experience with business and he has an irresponsible nature that will no doubt bring us ruin if he remains as the CEO”.“I on the other hand I’m a well-experienced businessman, have been with this company for over a decade, and I am loyal to you all. It seems ra
Brian looked up at Jackson, he was in disbelief and in shock, and so was Rebecca how mouth was left upon. “Blake!”, Brian exclaimed. “YOU punched me? You?”. “Yeah, you should keep your hands to yourself”, Jackson said. The thing that both Rebecca and Jackson didn’t know was that the hand Jackson had used to punch Brian was seriously hurting, he didn’t say anything about it and tried to keep a straight face.If it didn’t it would ruin the current mood, and he would stop looking cool around Rebecca. Blake got up from the floor. “Well I’ll be damned you got some balls after all”, Brian said. “What’s up with you Bro? When you insulted me in the funeral I kinda understood, after all, It was your parent’s funeral, but laughing at my dad’s face when he brought you a deal of a lifetime, and punching me for this overpaid bitch”.“You ain’t acting like yourself at all”. Jackson said nothing. He didn’t know what to say, all he could think about was how he felt. Disgust. He felt disgusted just lo
Rebecca was still in the office when Jackson, who she thought was Blake, had chosen to leave. She wasn’t sure where he was going, nor did she care. But she had to admit his actions did leave her curious. What would Blake do If he was kicked out of the company? She had often hoped for the day when something like this would happen to him. She imagined it so many times it had become her favorite fantasy. She thought Blake would cry and moan after it had happened, and she would get to flip him off as he got escorted out of the company building.Now that it was about to happen, Rebeccas didn’t feel any of the glee she thought for sure she would have. How Strange. She didn’t stop hating Balke or even considered forgiving him for everything he had done to her. NO. HELL NO!It was just that his actions had left her a bit puzzled. “Ahhh why am I still thinking about that bastard," Rebecca said. “Sure he didn’t do what I expected him to do but that doesn’t mean he’s a changed person”.“It’s an
Ms Belleford was right on the money. Jackson had come to her in order to persuade her to not just vote for him to remain CEO but aslo for most of the board members to vote with her as well.According to Adrian, she had that much power and his information had never failed him before so he would trust it.“Yes, yes it is”, Jackson answered. “I was hoping you would be inclined to vote for me to remain the CEO”.“Honest and Straightforward, I like that”, Ms. BelleFord said. “Before we continue allow me to properly apologise to you”, Ms Belleford said. “Apologise for what exactly?”, Jackson asked. “For not offering my condolences about your parents’ death until now, you may not have noticed but I was out of the country during your parents’ funeral, so I haven’t had time to tell you how sorry I am about your loss”, Ms. Belleford.“Oh thank you”, Jackson said. He tried to pull up a sad face but had no idea if he was doing it right. How do you fake grieve? Jackson wasn’t quite sure, he had n
Jackson thought over the two choices given to him by Adrian. Wilma BelleFord was the more favorable choice out of the two. He had never met her but according to Adrian, she was close to the late Daniel Starkwood.The other option was Justin Chan, he was a mystery to Jackson as Adrian only knew what he did which was handle the exportation business of the Starkwood sports cars to other countries.“I should try talking to Mrs BelleFord first. She seems like the type to listen to me”, Jackson said. “Actually young mister, it’s Ms. BelleFord”, Adrian corrected him. “The woman’s never been married. Her stubborn attitude would scare any man she ever met”. Adrian’s face went a little pale when mentioning this.“Have you met her before”, Jackson asked. “I have”, Adrain said. “During private meetings she had with your father they were quite close in fact she might’ve been the closest thing your father had to a friend”.The choice just became easier. Jackson would meet with Ms. BelleFord as qui
In a room there seated about thirteen people around a glass round table. They were all well dressed, nine men in expensive-looking suits and four women in suit jackets and pencil skirts.Among these well-dressed individuals was Jackson, wearing a blue suit. He looked nervous. He WAS nervous, this meeting would determine If he would remain the CEO of Starkwood Motors.Getting up from a seat was Logan Weston. “Good day Members of the board”, Mr Weston said addressing all of them and giving a glare to Jackson. “I would like for us all to call a vote, not only to remove Blake Starkwood as the CEO of this company but to cut all ties with him”.“Time and time again he has proven not to care about the works of this company, he has no experience with business and he has an irresponsible nature that will no doubt bring us ruin if he remains as the CEO”.“I on the other hand I’m a well-experienced businessman, have been with this company for over a decade, and I am loyal to you all. It seems ra
Jackson was in deep thought after Mr Weston had left his office. Should he care that he was going to get kicked out of the company? What would happen then, would he lose everything, or would he be allowed to keep the Starkwood’s fortune?He had only been Blake Starkwood for more than a month, he hadn’t truly experienced what it could do for him. If he was no longer the CEO, would that squash his dreams or would it not matter at all?.While he was deep in thought unbeknownst to him Rebecca had heard the entire conversation with him and Mr Weston. She heard Mr. Weston trying to persuade him to give control over the company, Jackson laughing at him, and Mr Weston declaring to take his job as the CEO.It was both entertaining and surprising to Rebecca. She initially thought Jackson was playing hard to get about the deal Mr Weston had brought him but that didn’t seem to be the case.“Wow, not how I expected the meeting to go, I’m glad I listened in”, Rebecca said. It seemed like Jackson
Jackson went to Starkwood Motors headquarters after his conversation with Adrian. The last time he had visited the building, he did so in a Chevy Camaro, but now he decided to go in a sports car made by Starkwood’s, in fact.It was gray in color, gleaming under the sunlight. It had a sleek body exuding power. The front had a wide black grille and sharp, bright headlights. Its interior had comfortable leather seats and a modern dashboard with a big touchscreen.The steering wheel and the back had the Starkwood Motors logo embedded into it. The design was a combination of sporty and elegant, easy for anyone to appreciate.This was the Starkwood Phantom sports car, its latest model. It wasn’t even in the market yet, but of course, Jackson, acting as the CEO of Starkwood Motors, would have no difficulty in getting access to one.Jackson had always heard how Starkwood Motors made the best sports cars in the world, and now he was driving one. It was the first sports car he had ever used, so
‘Ten … million … dollars'’ Jackson thought to himself. An amount that most would work their entire lives and wouldn’t come close to making, and he spent it all in one drunken night what an idiot he was. Jackson kept staring at the receipt it seemed he had bought the club in his drunken state. ‘I was in No condition to buy anything, I could sue the sellers for this but then I’d have to court and It would become a big deal but It’s ten million dollars I have to fight for it’.“I must say young master when you were given your platinum card I expected you to go with spending but not this. It seemed I underestimated you” Adrian said with a soft smile.As to what Adrian meant it was the Platinum card Jackson was given access to sometime after the Funeral. The card has access to a lot of the Starkwood's, not all of it of course. There would be spare money all over but it was safe to say that access to tens of millions if not hundreds of millions which Jackson could use at any time.Jac
Entering the club it was illuminated with several different colors of light flashing and spiraling around everywhere. There was music playing quite loudly so much that Jackson couldn’t hear his own thoughts If I didn’t try hard enough. It was also filled with people, not just more men than women, and the women were quite a sight. If Jackson had to guess none were above thirty and were all fit and good-looking. The same couldn’t be said for the men though, from young adults to those who looked to be in their mid-thirties was there. There must be certain criteria for people who can enter here I wonder which one I fall under rich or young. Probably both ’. Walking around he wondered what to do, dance if he did who would he dance with himself? That would just be Awkward.Suddenly he felt a hand touching his shoulder. “You made it bro so glad you could come”, looking behind him which was where he came from he saw the one who was touching his soldier was Brian Weston. ‘No no no. What is