Unearthing Gems from the Trash Heap

Hell no! He can't be the young Master.

To say Darren was amazed is an understatement. He couldn't believe his ears. They wanna beat him go into a stupor? Did he steal his master's money? He may once have been a waitress but currently, he could control thousands of people with just a call.

Darren kept watching how they would beat him up as promised. He had the chance of calling Easton but he chose not to.

"Call Carl for me! He needs to deal with his riffraff" the manager, whose name was Stella Instructed the receptionist. Within a twinkle of an eye, she rushed out to call Carl, who happened to be the head of the hotel security officers.

"He is on his way ma'am" the receptionist uttered upon her arrival.

Darren stood in Akimbo, he was finding it difficult to digest the whole situation but still found it somehow interesting because he was waiting for who would dare to beat up a billionaire.

"Is he the one?" Carl asked, with a hoarse voice. Darren raised his head to find a hefty man closer to him. He was very huge like a hippopotamus. His huge abs were noticeable from his black shirt and appeared to be twofold Darren.

His footsteps can be heard rigorously and his eyes were shooting daggers.

"This hotel surely has the right person to secure them," Darren thought. Carl was about to reach Daren's side when a voice roared from the back.

"What the heck is happening here" came Easton's voice, walking closer to the exact scene.

"I asked a question, have your ears stopped working?" He questioned again, with anger noticeable in his voice.

"Sir, this idiot and lowlife is the one causing troubles and I'll make sure to deal with him to the extent that his generation wouldn't come near this hotel again" Stella retorted with so much pride.

"What did you just say?" Easton pretended not to hear her.

"I mean this stupid…" her conversation was cut off when a loud wrack landed on her left cheek.

"What!" Everybody exclaimed, including Darren.

"S-s-si-sir, what did I do wrong?" She asked confusedly because Easton she knew wouldn't slap her, not even for punishing a smelling rat like Darren.

Easton ignored her questions and walked towards Darren, bowing slightly in front of her.

"I'm sorry for the late, young master. I apologize for the insult" he said

"Young master?" Stella and the receptionist were left in awe, with Carl included.

"It's okay, you arrived at the right time" Darren smirked

"Chairman asked me to make sure you are very okay but this happened to you coz I was slow-witted. I apologize once again" Easton added

"How come? How could he be a young master?" Stella thought loudly and didn't know till her voice was heard by others.

"The chairman ordered me to introduce you as the CEO of this hotel as this is one of the numerous properties under your name," Easton said with so much confidence.

"Really? Wow!" Darren was very excited to hear that. He knew his wings had grown wider than he had thought. He is the owner of the five stars hotel? And it's one of the properties he owns? Incredible!

"I'll introduce you to the other companies and properties as time goes on" Easton added

"Wait, he is the young master that the chairman always talked about?" Stella inquired, with her blood almost drained from her body.

"The chairman warned you never to treat the riches special from the lowlife right? That was the reason I slapped you and I'll surely report you for moral misconduct. Be planning to receive your punishment soon" Easton answered Stella, who fell on her knees instantly with the receptionist.

"I'm sorry young master, it wouldn't happen again" both begged, facing Darren who was enjoying the whole drama. A devilish smile escaped from his lips.

"What would have happened if he had been beaten? His father has warned them but they still choose to follow their minds. Does he need to wear a million dollars before they know he's a billionaire or does he need to write it on his forehead?" Lots of thoughts were going on in his mind before he chose to act like his status.

"You don't need to report her, I'll make the judgment right here since I'm the owner of this hotel" he uttered calmly but coldly.

"May I have her file? I mean the one with all the information about this Receptionist" he asked. 

"Sure, young master" replied Easton, who brought out his iPad and began reading.

"She is 22 years old and the third daughter of her parents. She graduated from high school and couldn't proceed to college due to her family's financial status. Her father Happens to be one of the farmers on the chairman's farm and her mother is a full housewife. Though her two elder sisters are working at different restaurants and her only brother is still in high school. The chairman asked her to be working here after meeting her On the farm with her father"Easton read loudly

"Oh, that's so sweet. You are from a poor family but decided to hate the poor that came to this hotel? Too funny. Well, retire her father and make sure you pay all his benefits but make sure you take her to the farm to start working in the place of her father. She doesn't deserve to stay among the riches but if she fails to cope with the farm work, she is free to be discharged from her duty" Darren commanded

"What! No please, I can't go back to the farm" She pleaded but it was already late. Darren signed at Carl, who dragged her away.

"Young master please, I can't cope at the farm. Forgive me and I promise you that it won't happen again" Stella begged, shaking even without knowing what her judgment would be.

Darren smirked before finally voicing out.

"I'm not sending you to the farm. They don't suit your glowing skin and of course, I'm not going to sack you" he told her

"Thank you so much, young master. Thank you very much" She hurriedly stood up, feeling so happy already.

Darren shot a glare at Easton, who handed the iPad to him. He went through it briefly before returning it.

"Henceforth, you are being demoted to the post of a cleaner" he passed his judgment

"What? That can never be possible! Me? Stella? Demoted to the cleaner? Hell no!" She screamed painfully with tears rolling from her cheeks.

"I graduated from the best university with good grades and I'm sure thousands of hotels are out there, looking for someone with my qualifications. I would rather quit than go be a cleaner" she cried out 

"I've been in this hotel for the past two years and I've contributed so much. I've invested my energy and time and you think you can only repay me with a demotion? Well, I'm not going to take that from you and I'll rather leave instantly" she gritted her teeth before turning back to Leave before Darren's voice stopped her.

"You are getting paid for the contribution of your time and energy right? Well, that isn't my problem but when are you going to pay the money?" He questioned

"Which money?" She was confused

"You borrowed the sum of two million dollars from the hotel account for your mother's surgery and you signed an undertaking to pay back by working here for ten years. You have only worked for eighteen months after borrowing the money and you still have eight and half years to use here. Since you choose to leave instead of accepting your punishment, I'm left with no choice but to accept the money back. Two million dollars isn't a small amount of money to dash out, right?" He left out his devilish smile again. 

The staff's information was all inside the iPad that Easton was holding and Darren had glanced through Stella's information earlier. It may not be long but his memories do assimilate quickly.

"What!" Stella was left dumbfounded.

"Make sure she starts the work immediately and don't forget to keep an eye on her. If she chooses to misbehave, I'll cease to treat her fuck up" Darren ordered and wanted to leave but he paused after realizing that he has no idea about the hotel rooms.

"Oh, I'm sorry but here is the key to your room and it's located on the top floor. Chairman had figured out that you may decide to leave his house one day and had a mini apartment planned for you at the lady floor. Though, I'll try to show you the house built for you in the next two days" Easton handed a key to Darren who smiled in return and left for his apartment. 

He kept admiring the beauty of the hotel and wouldn't stop feeling happy about the positive changes that happened in his life overnight.

He went to the designed elevator, meant for his father and of course, him too. He pressed the button to the top floor. He walked majestically out of the elevator after it had stopped. 

The lock requested the password which Easton didn't tell him about. He wanted to call him but hesitated for a while before he decided to give it a try. Probably, he may call Easton if the password refused to work.

Firstly, he pressed his father's name and heard "wrong password" as a response from the door. 

Since the room belongs to him, he decided to use his name.

"I'll call Easton if this doesn't work out" he murmured to himself.

Alas, the door opened, revealing the beauty of a mini apartment that he hasn't seen in his entire life.

"Oh my goodness!" He exclaimed and couldn't find the right word to define his happiness. The entire apartment was painted in white color, which happened to be his favorite since he was young. His father perhaps didn't forget that. A set of royal chairs were neatly arranged In the sitting room with a center table. 

There was a drawing of his mother, posted on the right side of the wall and it was demarcated with diamonds.

Darren was left speechless. Initially, he was tired but the beauty of the room left his jaw open. He proceeded to the room, which has a king-size bed, along with it framed and he noticed another door by the corner of the room.

"This can't be a bathroom or toilet. I'm sure those two are located at this angle. What could it be?" He asked no one in particular but decided to make a move to check it by himself. He opened the door slightly and alas! He found the unexpected.

It looked like a boutique and he would have called it one, if not for the fact that only male dresses of his size were arranged inside the mini boutique because it was way bigger than a wardrobe.

There was a piece of paper pasted at the corner of his dressing room which says "Dear son, I specially brought each of these clothes every time I think about you after I've made it to the top. I hope you would like them and accept them wholeheartedly as a gift from a father to his beloved son" Darren read out. 

He was emotional and couldn't continue to check other places but to rest of the day. He lay down comfortably on his bed, thinking about his life when his phone suddenly beeps. It was a message from his wife.

"What the fuck!" He exclaimed loudly after reading the contents.