The Heir

Chase walked to the porch of his one-storey duplex and he placed his fingerprint on the scanner and turned the knob open, his briefcase on one hand and a bouquet of beautiful white roses on the other.He had just closed a hundred million dollar-deal that would take his 3-star restaurant, which he had inherited from his father, to a 5-star Michelin restaurant and he was eager to share the news with his lovely wife. The pride and joy was evident on his face as it held a very wide grin.He pushed the door open and walked to the balcony. Martha, his wife, was always at the balcony waiting for him with a book in her hands whenever he came back from work.He looked around but she wasn't there. He called her name and was greeted with silence.He took the stairs two at a time and when he got to the top of the stairs, he heard some sounds.He chuckled. She was probably watching television.He got closer to the room and the sound got louder. It was moaning. Was his wife watching porn? He though

Chase looked through the wallet that was in the drawer and it was empty aside from a torn 1 dollar bill. He sighed in frustration. "Just how broke were you Theo?" He asked aloud as he kept searching the house for anything that looked like money. He was very hungry and he knew wouldn't be able to think of anything in that state. He had searched all over the tiny room and just as he laid down on the floor in defeat, he saw a $50 dollar bill. He quickly reached for it and grinned from ear to ear. That was the happiest he'd ever been to see $50. He grimaced at the irony that just the previous day, he had effortlessly tipped a valet with 100 bucks and there he was, genuinely happy to see 50. He shook off the thought as his stomach growled in protest and quickly put on a worn out brown shirt and a black flip flop that had seen better days, and headed out of the room. He went downstairs and held tight unto the rail because the stairs looked very weak and protested with a squeak each

"Babe" the lady said and rushed into the house, holding his cheeks as her frantic eyes searched all over his body. "I thought I'd lost you" she said and walked into the room, dragging his hands along. "Let's never have a nasty fight like that again okay? I love you babe" she said and stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. When she saw he wasn't responding, she pulled away, as hurt flashed through her eyes. She was a very attractive woman. She had brown hair which stopped on the swell of her breasts and they had golden tips which she probably bleached. She was very beautiful and her blue eyes looked like they were holding back tears. "Did you really block me? I tried calling you several times but it wasn't reachable. I had to drive all the way here to make sure you were okay" she said looking up at him through her long lashes and her lips quivered when she finished and a single tear dropped from her eyes. Chase lifted up his hands instinctively and wiped off the tears from her cheek

The next three places he tried were even worse. He wasn't even allowed entrance from the security. They all treated him like the dirt under the sole of their shoes. "Get out of here, you homeless beggar." "This place isn't for people like you." Those were some of the harsh words that were thrown at him and he flinched each time a security guard or reception said it with disgust evident in their eyes. "I'm not one to give up" he muttered under his breath as he stood in front of the last place on his list. He wasn't expecting anything different from what he'd already seen but he wanted to be satisfied with himself that he tried his best. 'Gab and Gabe's'. The letters were boldly carved in front of the building. The whole building was painted in white and gold outlines. He had heard of them before. Gab and Gabe's was a chain of high-end hotel. They had branches all over the world. They sat royally in the top 5 businesses in the state and they held the position for over 10 years. Th

Chase felt like a kid in Christmas as he boarded the bus, making a mental note to stop by the café on his way back from work to properly thank Mia for her help the other day. The black eye he suffered from the hands of Huncho had almost completely cleared off by now and he was very grateful he didn't have to go in for his first day at work looking like a hoodlum. He stood in the bus, a grin plastered on his face. He didn't even know why he was so happy but he believed it had to do with the fact that he was picked for the job instead of the other brazen men. A couple of high-schoolers snickered and pointed at his ratty shoes but he paid them no mind. He wasn't going to let anything dampen his mood. He had brought out the best pair of white shirt he could find in Theo's wardrobe and after ironing it out for what felt like hours, it finally looked wearable. He paired it with a black slack that had more holes that a basket. It was either that or a pair of ratty jeans. He stood outside