The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Darius stepped inside the room and entered what seemed to be a study. There was a huge and neat mahogany desk in the room and behind the desk sat an old man. There were some documents littered on the table, and it seemed that the old man was going through them before Bruce knocked on the door.

Darius always expected the master to be someone who was high and haughty with plenty of beautiful ladies hanging around his arm. After all, he knew that the person behind this kind of wealth was far from being a simple person. However, his imagination was a little too wild and completely off the mark.

The master was no high and haughty person, but a simple old man. He was the kind of person you’ll feel obligated to help to cross the busy roads on the street.

As Darius was staring at the master, the master was also doing the same. He narrowed his eyes and adjusted his glasses a few times as if studying Darius like a specimen. After a few seconds of studying Darius he turned to Bruce who had just entered the room and asked him a question.

“Is this Darius Reid?”

“Yes master. He is indeed young master Reid.” Bruce answered, bowing deeply to the old man.

The old man eyes shone and as if he had finally been offered the item of his dream he stood from his chair and rushed over to Darius.

“My God! Is it really young Darius?!” The man said, touching Darius all over his body.

at first, but decided not to move the old man away from him. He could tell that the old man was having a moment

hands, showing no regards for his poor clothes and undesirable outfit. Although Darius didn’t know

him to a chair in the study before sitting down in another chair opposite

years we’ve finally found you,

didn’t understand what they meant. He was never missing, so why

old man noticed the confusion

must have been very perplexed at the phone call you received

needed an explanation for all these. The old man sighed again before

my son Tristan Reid and his wife Diana Reid was making a trip to the family villa in Eastgreen Estate with you. We all thought that it would be a very smooth

him. But he needed to hear the story,

The old man said, and Darius could make out tears

too focused on his part time jobs to care about what he thought were trivial things, but when he heard the story of what happened to his parents, he felt a huge sense of loss overwhelm

died in the car crash with them, but there was no record or traces

the world constantly for you. We didn’t know if you were alive or not. Finally, after 16 years, we were able to find you.” The old man said; tears of joy visible on

man with warmth in his gaze now. It turned out that his parents had died in a car crash,