Inside the Delacroix family’s corporate office, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Spencer Delacroix stood in front of his father in his office, heart pounding, knowing how strict his father was and how much he'd fucked up.
Across the large mahogany desk, Edgar Delacroix was glaring at his son with disappointment and anger. A slim, shrewd man in a suit was standing beside him, he was John Lockhart, their family lawyer, and in his hand was a file. “Father, I’m so sorry,” Spencer begged. “I did not realize wh—” “Shut up, Spencer!” Edgar roared. “Shut up and listen to Mr. Lockhart and what he has to say. You must realize the consequences of what you have done. He will list all the names of the powerful families that have severed their ties with the Delacroix business — our business!” Spencer's heart dropped. “Go ahead, Mr. Lockhart.” The shrewd lawyer turned over a page on the file. “The Valences, the Turners, the Maronis, the Carters, the Davidsons, and the Wests,” the lawyer announced. “All of them gone. The Delacroix name is now synonymous with failure and disgrace.” Each time a name was mentioned, Spencer felt a hammer blow in his chest, and it was clear that the power of the Houstons could not be truffled with. “Father, this was only because of a misunderstanding. I did not mean to disrespect the Houston family or the Young Master.” “It doesn't matter what your intention was, Spencer!” Edgar Delacroix stood up and slammed his fist on the desk. “Your stupidity has brought shame and ruin upon this family, and you will fix it!” Spencer flinched. “But how?” he stammered desperately. “The Houstons—” “I don’t care how!” Edgar roared, his face red with anger. “You will go back to the Houstons’ mansion, and you will beg! Get on your knees, kiss the heir’s feet if you have to, but you will make this right!” Spencer gulped. It had been a long time since he'd seen his father this angry. And did he hear that right? His father wanted him to kiss the feet of the Young Master? They had lost everything already, and he wants to lose his dignity as well? “Am I understood, Spencer?! Because God help you, if you do not fix this, I will take the Delacroix business away from you. I’ll hand it over to your sister, Susana. She’s been waiting for a chance, and you’ve just handed it to her on a silver platter!” Spencer's heart almost stopped this time. Susana was his cunning and ambitious sister, and she would want nothing more than to take over the family business. And she wouldn’t hesitate to push him aside if it meant securing her own power. “I’ll do it!” Spencer declared. There was no way he was letting her take the business from him. “I’ll go to the Houstons and fix this.” Edgar's glare didn't soften. “You’d better,” he said coldly and sat back down. “Because this is your last chance. If you fail, you are no longer the CEO of the Delacroix Business.” — — — Back at the Houston Manor, everyone was busy with the return of the heir being the talk of the house. First, Matthew had taken a bath in an expensive tub, washing away all the stress of the day, including the smell of urine from his body. Then, he had been taken to an opulent, white room and laid on a soft bed. It was the most comfortable bed he had ever laid in but even in that comfort, his body still ached from the injuries, and his head still hurt with the whirlwind of emotions that he was still struggling to process. A team of respectable doctors and nurses took care of him. They were led by Dr. Kennedy Smith, who was the Houston Family’s exclusive doctor. He made sure all of Matthew's needs were met, and that the process wasn't too painful. The attention was almost too much to bear, and Matthew began to believe that he was living in a dream. After the doctors finished their work, Matthew was lying on the bed with bandages all over his body where the injuries had been sustained — which included his head. Apart from Dr. Kennedy standing by the door, Matthew was left alone, listening to the faint ticking of a grand clock on the wall. He could not stop thinking about what a day it had been. He kept struggling to make sense of the fact that he was, apparently, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the world. The door to the room opened, and Matthew looked up to see the old lady—his grandmother—entering the room. She shook Dr. Kennedy's hand and gave him a check. The doctor told Matthew to take it easy, then he left. The matriarch then turned to Matthew. She had a stern face, but it was softened by an expression of deep care and concern. Slowly, she approached Matthew’s bed, and then sat on the chair placed beside it. “How are you feeling, my boy?” she asked gently, taking his hand in hers and rubbing it warmly. Matthew struggled to find his voice. “I... I’m fine,” he managed. “But... is it true? Are you really my grandmother?” The matriarch nodded with clear pain in her eyes that were already misting with tears. “Yes, Matthew,” she said softly. Then the tears began to fall. The stern, powerful matriarch of the Houston Empire was crying beside the bed of her recovered grandson. “Twenty years we have been searching for you. Others would have given up, but I continued. I knew you were somewhere out there in this horrible city, suffering, trying to get by, and the thought of it hurt me everyday. But now… I have found you. I’ve never been this happy since the day you were born.” Matthew felt a lump rise in his throat. There was no need trying to deny it anymore. It was true. He was the Young Master, the heir of the Houston Empire. The old lady reached into her pocket and pulled out a sleek, black and gold card. It had the name; ‘Houston’ written on it, with their family logo of three stars. She handed it to Matthew with a smile. “This is for you,” she said. “Every year, since your disappearance, we’ve deposited fifty million dollars into this account, hoping that one day we would find you and be able to give it to you.” Matthew stared at the card in shock. “Fifty million... every year?” he repeated, hardly able to believe it. “Yes,” his grandmother nodded. “In total, the account now holds over 1.6 billion dollars.” Matthew's eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened. “What?”“Mrs Houston, I can't… I can't accept this amount of money. It's too much,” Matthew stuttered, too dumbfounded to take the card.The old lady chuckled softly, but her face still held seriousness in it. “Listen to me, Matthew. It’s understandable to feel overwhelmed. But as the heir to the Houston Empire, you have taken over a burden of responsibility. It’s important that you learn to spend your wealth, but spend it wisely. Money is a tool—a powerful one—and as a Houson, it’s essential that you use it. Secure not only your future but also the future of our family and our Empire.”She gave him the card and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “This money represents the hard work and sacrifices of our family, even more than that, it represents the struggle we went through in our search for you. It’s your responsibility to honor that legacy, and with time, you’ll learn how to spend, invest, and grow this fortune. But for now, take it one step at a time. Accept this gift with peace of
Matthew was surprised to see them standing behind him, he looked at Darrell, anger bubbling within his chest and then at Ashley. He never thought the day would come where he would look her in the eyes and feel nothing but disgust. The look on Darrell’s face mirrored that of Ashley's, they were both wondering what a common car washer like Matthew would be doing in a fine establishment like this. Darrell quickly concluded that perhaps he was here to apply for a new job as a cleaner or maybe even a carwasher and so he stuck his hand in his pocket and scoffed, shaking his head lightly. Matthew stepped forward. “What are you two doing here?” he asked. Darrell scrunched his face in disgust as he glared at Matthew, looking him head to toe like he was a church rat. “I should be the one asking you, last I checked, they don’t hire low lives like you around here.”Ashley held on to Darrell tighter with a sense of pride and she adjusted. “If you must know, my boyfriend is so influential, he’s
As the elevator doors are closing, the shock on Darrell’s face is still evident. He turned to face his girlfriend. “Did you hear what that miscreant just said? Chief Edmund has been fired? How?”Ashley blinked a few times, she did not know what to tell him in response. She stepped forward and rubbed his back. “Baby, I don’t think you should pay attention to whatever nonsense he had to say, it’s just a bluff.”Darrell twisted his head, the crease on his forehead indicative of his deep thinking. “But when you think about it, how is he already out? I told them to lock him up there for at least a week, it’s just the next day and he’s already walking around like a free man, how is this even possible?”The question was perplexing for Ashley as well, how had he managed to get out? But she shrugged off her worries, Matthew might have been poor, but he was smart, perhaps he managed to get a free lawyer. “I don’t think it’s anything serious, maybe he got a lawyer.”This made Darrell even more w
Ashley and Darrell were still in the reception waiting. Darrell was growing impatient and had started to pace back and forth, stealing occasional glances at his rolex. Ahsley was seated with her eyes glued on him. “Darrell, you’re making me dizzy with all your moving around.”He took that as a cue to stop. Just then, the secretary was seen by the corner walking up to them with several security guards behind her. Ashley was quickly alerted by this and rose to her feet but Darrell was so worried about his meeting that he was oblivious to the circumstances around them. “Hi please, we’ve been here for over thirty minutes, can you just tell her that Mr Darrell Feerguson is here? We have a meeting scheduled,” he explained. The receptionist averted his gaze and cleared her throat, “that’s exactly what I came here to tell you, the meeting has been canceled.”His eyes widened, “Why? We confirmed this with you weeks ago. FIne, when can we reschedule it to?”“Never.”He blinked twice. “What?”
From the office window, Matthew watched as Darrell and Ashley were kicked out of the building, a satisfactory smug formed in the corner of his lips. Elena cleared her throat. “If you don't mind my asking, what did Mr Darrell Ferguson do to you?”“Let's just say he likes to trample upon people and humiliate them. And I can't work with somebody who belittles others just because he's above them.”Elena nodded, appreciating his philosophy. She'spun around and grabbed a file from her table, retrieving the document that was inside it. “It would be criminal for me not to mention this, the company is currently planning on embarking on a new project, you can call it an investment if you will. It's supposed to be worth about 500 million dollars and we're planning to open a series of tenders so we could get the best competitive pricing.”He didn't know much about what she was talking about, but his rudimentary knowledge in business told him all that he needed to know. “That sounds great.” If
Anderson was growing irritated by the way his friend was getting humiliated. “That’s enough Vito,” he warned. Incessant whispers broke out as people began gossiping about Matthew. He darted his eyes from left to right, observing his environment. Vito folded her arms against her chest and shifted her weight on her feet. “You know, there is a thin line between being optimistic and being delusional, and right now Matthew, you’re using that line like a jump rope.”Her taunts caused most of the people around to burst out laughing once again, now Matthew was starting to get irritated by her presence and he clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring slightly as he took a gentle sip of his drink. “Arguing with small minded people like you is like talking to a brick wall, I won’t waste my effort. One of us is working at the Houston family company, and it’s not you,” he said with his lips curled in a satisfactory smirk. Vito felt insulted and her face turned red, she unfolded her arms and scoffed. “
As soon as the bartender spoke, silence fell upon the crowd as everyone turned their heads to face him, expectancy etched into their faces. Vito, who was already irritated, spoke. “Yes? What do you want?” she spat viciously. He lowered his gaze, sensing that he had just walked into a tense moment. “My apologies for bothering all of you but there is a white ferrari outside and the car is blocking the way, other cars can’t get out. I’m looking for the owner so I can repark it properly,” he said, raising his head to scan the crowd. They all began to share looks with each other, none of them owned a ferrari or even a car half as expensive. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s mine, I must have been in a hurry to meet my friend while I was parking,” He said and then stood up. The bartender nodded understandingly.Vito was the first to burst out laughing before the rest joined. They laughed so hard that it hurt their stomachs, especially Vito and Sophie who almost lost their balance and had to lean on t
Matthew was about to speak but the he wondered how his friend would take the news, and moreover Lola was standing right there, even though she defended him in the bar, she was still a stranger and he wasn’t sure if sh was a trustworthy person yet so instead he came up with a different explanation. “I actually borrowed the car from the Houston company,” he said, scratching the back of his head. Anderson didn’t know what to say in response, everyone in the city knew how reputable and successful the Houston family company was. “How on earth did you manage to land a job there so quickly?” he pressed on, eager for details. “I’ll tell you all about it later because it’s actually a long story, but right now I need to go home and get some rest,” he replied, deflecting the topic. The wing-like doors of the car opened slowly and Matthew turned to face Lola. “Since I invited you as my plus one to the banquet, I think it’s only fair that I get you a gift, a diamond necklace would be perfect, I