The Rise of the Jackson's Heir

Chapter Four

It hadn’t been that long since his turmoil began but he felt it was an eternity. 

He wanted to believe the words coming from the stranger so badly. But how could he when everyone has been mean to him severally? 

Brianna noticed the changes in his emotions and repeated her sentence. Milton shook his head, how could someone as gorgeous as her be there for him, a poor man, alleged for stealing?

Her plump lips lifted in a comforting smile, showing off her perfect dentistry. Milton narrowed his eyes and said, “now, leave me alone. I am serious.”

Brianna grabbed his hand. It was expected of Milton not to believe immediately what she was saying. “Milton Jackson, my name truly is Brianna. I work for Jack. I have handled the situation with Dickson and his ill behavior.

“I hope he heard he shouldn’t harm in any way.” She paused and removed her hands from Milton’s. As she inserted her hands into her pocket, she mumbled, “please, don’t run.”

Milton found himself chuckling.

She glanced at him wearily, how hard would Milton get? “Milton Jackson, you are the godson of Roger Jackson. You will inherit half a million dollars…”

Milton scoffed, making Brianna stop. “Funny, so funny.”

Brianna sighed and pulled away, she mumbled while removing something from her pocket, “don’t run.” She placed something on Milton’s palm, “here. This is your badge. It represents the Jacksons.”

Milton studied the badge. It had a bold J engraved on it. Squinting, he saw the name Milton written in italics. If someone wasn’t keen, it could easily go unnoticed.

Still, he didn’t believe this. He pushed, “tell me the truth, is there a camera around here? Is everyone watching me? Voila! You win. I have been pranked. Haha.” Milton’s suspicion grew.

Brianna joked, “Milton Jackson, do I look like someone who tells everyone they are from a rich family?”

“I am rich now?”

“Yes, Milton Jackson. This badge here represents who you are and where you come from.” Brianna insisted.

Milton tapped his chin, Brianna’s voice was getting firmer, she wasn’t lying. Clearly, she wasn’t someone who had time on her hands and pranked people. So, he threw question after question at Brianna. 

The more he listened, the more he realized Brianna was telling the truth. He wasn’t some poor college student but rather, an heir to multiple establishments and had a lot of money under his name.

Milton sat on a huge stone nearly. He scratched his head in deep thought.  Brianna never disturbed him. After a few minutes, he rose, “I believe you.” 

“Good. Now let us go.” Brianna said, grinning from ear to ear.

Milton agreed and they left the river.

“Brianna, I am grateful,” Milton uttered. A genuine smile sat on his face, “let me buy you dinner.”

Brianna nodded, “thank you, Milton.”

Brianna excused herself, promising Milton she would show up for their dinner. She had some matters to attend to and couldn’t postpone. Brianna was an expert programmer and worked for the Jacksons. She was also the most trusted personnel and it why she was the lead bodyguard. 

Milton’s godfather was the one who sent her here. 

Milton appreciated her one last time and watched her leave. Smiling, he rubbed the badge against her fingers, it felt alien.

Milton headed to the bus station barefooted. He didn’t care about the looks people gave him. His mind was only on Brianna, the badge, the amount of money under his name, and that he was an heir.  

For the rest of the evening, Milton admired the badge. He had seen things like this in the movies and never had he thought it would happen to him. It was peculiar though as he always saw and heard of rings and chains. Not a badge. “I will ask her.” He told himself.

He didn’t know if she was his shining armor, or luck was on his side, or simply, miracles were possible, but he knew he should offer her the best dinner ever. 

Finally, Milton Jackson decided to take her to the most exquisite and expensive restaurant in the city.

After he showered and dressed up, Milton switched on his phone. He ignored the endless texts on his phone and typed the restaurant’s address to Brianna.

In the city, Milton was mesmerized by how beautiful the city was. The lights in every tall building took his breath away. He felt giddy and couldn’t return his heart to its normal pace.

He crossed the road and stopped in front of The Moonlight Restaurant.

Rubbing his hands together, he walked to the revolving door.

The moment he was about to step in, a doorman stopped him. “Excuse you, sir.” The doorman shouted.

Milton stared at him, wishing he could tell him to talk lowly. Damn, the whole building could hear him. “Yes?”

The doorman looked at Milton from head to toe. He repeated the motion thrice, making Milton insecure and small. The disgust on his face deepened. The side of his mouth curled up even further.

“Is there any problem sir?” Milton asked, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Of course, there is a problem. What kind of question is that?” The doorman moved to Milton and pushed him far from the door. “Do not infect the door with your insanity.”

“Excuse me, sir. I…”

The doorman rolled his eyes, “for your information, it excuses you and not excuse me. Now, shoo. This isn’t a place for people like you. Go away.”

“People like me?” Milton was perplexed.

“Yes. Poor. Stupid boys.” The doorman said.

Milton shut his eyes tightly and started going in, the doorman pulled him back by his teeshirt, “sir, you are a fool to think I will let you in. Leave and search for a cheap hotel that will suit the pennies in your broke pockets. Stop your menace or I will haul you out of here.

“I don’t care if you will scream bloody murder.” The doorman stepped closer to Milton, “you do not belong here.”

Milton looked behind the doorman and then back at him, his eyebrows furrowed together, this was where he wanted to buy dinner for Brianna, if the doorman thought he would back down easily, he had something else coming.

Boldly, Milton Jackson inquired, “why?”