Trillionaire Heir- Jeremy Nathaniel

Chapter Two - A Nobody

Jeremy clenched his fists, seething with anger at the thought of breaking his promise to his late mother. He had sworn to himself never to have any dealings with Blue-silver entertainment, even when they had begged him. But now, he was forced to compromise his principles to save his daughter, perhaps it was better than going to Lord Raymond for help.

"You know where to find me," The masculine voice said politely, and without any acknowledgment, Jeremy ended the call.

"This is for you, Mia," Jeremy whispered, as if he could somehow communicate with the child as he stopped a taxi and headed for His father's company. It had been years since Jeremy had last set foot on the grounds of Blue Silver Entertainment, his father's company. The last time he had tried to enter, he had been turned away by security at the behest of his stepmother, who had refused to allow him inside. His mother had been sick, and Jeremy had been desperate to see his father, to ask for help paying her hospital bills. But he had been denied, and his mother had died without ever receiving the care she needed. Now, years later, as Jeremy returned to the place where it had all begun, he was haunted by the memory of that day.

"Sir, we've arrived," the taxi driver said, jolting Jeremy out of his memories. The cab had come to a stop, and he could see the imposing gates of Blue Silver Entertainment looming in front of him.

"Thank you," he said to the driver, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped out into the sunlight.

As Jeremy made his way to the entrance of the Blue Silver Entertainment building, he couldn't help but remember the words his father had spoken to him years ago to his mom. "He can't stay here," he had said, his voice cold and emotionless. "He is my illegitimate son, and I can't have him under my roof. How would I ever face society if they knew I had slept with my wife's maid?" Those words had haunted Jeremy for years, and he could still hear them echoing in his mind. He could still remember the way his stepmother had looked at him and his mom with disgust and contempt as if they were something dirty and shameful. His father had done nothing to protect them and had allowed them to be cast out and shamed. It was a memory that still haunted him, a wound that had never healed.

Years after leaving the Nathaniel mansion, Jeremy received the news that his stepmother and her only son had died in a plane crash while on vacation abroad. And to his surprise, the Nathaniel family had come looking for him, asking him to return home and take his place as the heir to the family fortune. But Jeremy had refused, unwilling to forgive his father for the way he had treated his mother, for the way he had allowed her to die. He had kept his real identity a secret from his wife, not wanting to be associated with the Nathaniel name.

"Sorry, but you can't use the VIP entrance," the security guard said, sounding almost bored. He looked Jeremy up and down, taking in his shabby appearance, from his dusty shoes to the sweat on his brow.

"This entrance is for VIPs only, and you don't look like one." His words were cold and harsh, and Jeremy felt a surge of anger rise within him.

"What's your definition of a VIP?" Jeremy asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Because from where I'm standing, I don't see any indication that this entrance is reserved for certain people. It's just a door,"

The guard narrowed his eyes at Jeremy, clearly irritated by his challenge. "I don't have to explain myself to you," he said, his tone dismissive. "Now, if you don't mind, I have a job to do."

"I'm not leaving until you explain yourself," Jeremy said, his voice firm and strict.

"How dare you question the security guard's authority?" a voice rang out from behind Jeremy. He turned to see a young lady in a sharp suit, her hair slicked back and his eyes cold. It was evident she had been eavesdropping on their conversation. Jeremy recognized her as one of the new signees at Blue Silver. He had seen her on the news when they were introduced to the world as the newest additions to the company.

"Good morning, Ma'am," the security guard said to the musician, his voice suddenly respectful."This man is trying to cause trouble,"

"I have an appointment with Jefferson Benson and you are delaying me," Jeremy said not bothering to reply to the celebrity.

"You have an appointment with Mr. Benson?" the celebrity asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She and her entourage exchanged amused glances as if they couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"You must be confused," the security guard said, his voice dripping with scorn. "You can't possibly have an appointment with Mr. Benson. And even if you did, I'm sure someone sent you here as a joke. There's no way he would want to see you."

"Tell Jefferson Benson I am here to see him," Jeremy said with a firm tone, unmoved by their mockery.

"It's the way you addressed the boss with such familiarity, as if he were your friend," the celebrity's entourage said, their voice filled with contempt. "It was disrespectful and showed a lack of regard for his position."

They continued, their tone growing more harsh. "You should show more respect to your superiors,"

But Jeremy didn't even bother acknowledging the entourage as he turned his attention to the security guard who was still adamant.

The celebrity snorted. "Don't be ridiculous. You're a nobody, and I'm a star and I will tell you for free that seeing Mr. Jefferson isn't so easy for me with my status, then imagine how you would. I suggest you stop wasting everyone's time."

With an air of haughty superiority, the celebrity brought out some money and said, "Take this money, it should last you a few days. I doubt Mr. Benson would even spare you a moment of his time. I'm sure you've come here begging, as you have nothing else to offer."

Jeremy, unfazed by the celebrity's words, turned to the security guard.

"You're wasting my time here," he said calmly. The celebrity's face turned a shade of red as her anger bubbled up inside her, threatening to spill over.

"Take this upstart away!" she shouted at the security guard, pointing an accusing finger at Jeremy. "He'll only sully the walls of this building with his presence."

As Jeremy stepped outside, he could feel the eyes of everyone on him. They were amused by the sight of him pulling out his button phone, a relic of a bygone era. He paid them no mind and focused on dialing the number.

"Jefferson Benson. I'm outside the Blue Silver Entertainment building, and I'm giving you five minutes to come out and meet me," he said, his voice calm but commanding.