Unknowingly The Billionaire's Heir

The Mystery Package

He walked down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen for some breakfast. His mother was still asleep because it was the weekend, so he poured out some cereal into a bowl, grabbing the last of the milk in the kitchen. 

As he settled down to eat, he heard the doorbell ring, and he set down his spoon into the bowl of cereal, milk splashing down the sides of the full bowl. Just great.

In his excitement to open the door, leftover tremors from his newfound wealth had made him drop the spoon too fast, and now not only would he have soggy cereal, he had a mess to clean up.

He walked over to the door and yanked down the handle, expecting to see someone. Instead, he noticed that the bill of the mailbox was lowered, signifying that they had new mail.

His mother was on top of the bills, luckily for them, but curiosity got the better of him, and he went over to the mailbox, pulling out a small box that rattled whenever he shook it. 

Back inside the house, he took a seat at the island again and set the box on top of it. He would eat first, and then grab a paper towel for the mess he had made. Maybe when he was done with all that, he would open the box. 

That was what was on his mind as he finished his cereal, and then a call came in on his phone. I really need to change that ringtone, he thought, sliding up on the call.

It was his father calling again, and considering the fact that he was a newly made billionaire, he was looking forward to the call.

“What's up dad?”

“Did you get it? ”

“The money? Yeah I already told y-”

“No,” his father interrupted, already irritated with his son. “the package I sent to you. I paid for express shipping yesterday, and it should already have arrived. ”

“Oh yes.” Jason remembered the mystery package that was rattling. So it was from his father? That was strange. “What's in it? ”

“Put me on speaker and open it up. I want to ensure you have the right box. ”

Jason did as his father asked and opened up the box, seeing that it was a jewelry box with an ornate black ring. “You got me a ring? The detailing on this looks really expensive dad, why did you spend so much money?”

Frustrated, his father began to speak. “Look. That ring is a family heirloom. It is one of the rings that has been passed down for centuries in our family, it serves as identification. 

You can wear it casually around, as with other rings, but the difference with this ring is that trained eyes will be able to easily identify you as a member of our prestigious family. 

It also has more uses, and can serve as protection and even bring you respect in specific circles. It is a really important ring, and you must ensure that you do not lose it. Carry it everywhere with you.”

“Everywhere?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

“Everywhere, Jason. It must always be against your skin, to inform people that you are of a prestigious family. 

Even when you are attempting to keep a low profile, I would advise you that it remains on your person, in your pocket or in a necklace as a chain. I understand that it can be overwhelming, the attention from wearing this creed, but please, do as I ask of you. ”

Nodding, Jason turned the ring over in his palm.

“Jason?” called his father. He had forgotten that he was on a call with his father, and he snapped back to reality, rolling his eyes. “Yes dad.”

His father hung up with a click, and Jason pocketed the ring, going back to the kitchen island where he had spilled his milk. He tore off some paper towels from a roll and planted them on top of the table, mopping up the spill.

His mother was already stressed from many other things, he saw no reason to stress her anymore. What would he do with so much money, he wondered, stroking his chin.

He could do just about anything, and yet, he couldn't decide what exactly he wanted to do. Should he just leave the money alone?

The small town was very quiet on weekends, and he wondered what he could do for fun.

He slipped his ring into his pocket just as a message came in his phone and it gave off a little ping! He picked it up from the table and looked at the screen, pleasantly surprised to see that he had a message from Ashley.

Ashley was one of the nice girls over at school. She was on the cheer team and was one of the more popular girls, but she had never let that get to her head.

They had first become friends during a lab project in the 7th grade, so she was one  of his oldest friends. 

He was excited to see what the text was about, so he opened it. 

A:  YOU ARE INVITED TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY TOMORROW! IT'S AT MY HOME, AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU THERE. 

Excited, he quickly shot off a response to her, informing her that he would be there tomorrow. He also wanted to ask her if there was anything that he should bring along, but thought better of it.

Her family was richer than his before this recent discovery, so she wouldn't ask him to bring anything. She had never maltreated him though, which was why he was thinking of getting her a birthday present. 

He picked up the phone and read her excited message again, feeling a flutter in his heart. He was invited to an actual party! If he didn't know better, he would think that he was being pranked.

Luckily for him though, she was nothing like that, so he was not worried. He remembered that she liked butterflies and colorful trinkets and decided that he would go into town to get her some.

His mother was awake upstairs, and he could hear her footsteps dragging on the wooden floors. He waited until she was at the stairs to kiss her forehead good morning.

“Good morning mum."

“Good morning, Jason. Do you have plans? ”

“Yeah, I'm going into town today to get Ashley a gift. Her birthday party is tomorrow, and I'm invited.”

“Oh, okay honey, have fun! ” 

Grabbing his jacket, he stepped out of the door to his home, walking on the pavement so he could wait at the bus stop.

He spared a moment of thought for his ex girlfriend, Macy, and how she had treated him in their relationship. He had always felt like she had liked him, but he was wrong.

Oh well. The bus came and he got on, standing since there was no sitting room. He got down when the bus rolled to a stop in town and walked over to the luxury shops. 

Ashley was a deserving friend, kind and consistent when others had not been, and she deserved a good quality gift from him.