The Beast And The Prodigy

The Beast

Tribeca
New York City
12:40pm

I step down from my car to look at the only mansion like house among the lavish apartments.

Anderson Residence, read the name plate outside. As two guards guarded the door.

" I am here to meet Mr Richard. Would it be possible?"

Removing my sunglasses, I ask the guard and he takes in my attire to my car from which I just dismounted.

" May I know your good name, Sir?"

" I am Veer. I just won one of the boxing events Mr Richard was a major sponsorer in. I need to talk to him regarding that."

" Oh. Okay. Let me ask him first."

" Of course."

The guard calls him and I put on my sunglasses to sigh. Surprisingly when I searched for a reason to come here, I just found out that Richard was one of the twenty sponsored of the golden fist cup.

I must be really lucky. Or this might be our destiny.

Within minutes, the guard returns and opens the door for me to bow.

" Welcome Sir. You can take your car inside."

" Are you sure-"

" No worries Sir."

Sitting back into my muscle car, I roar the engine to life and drive in through the stone driveway. As soon as my eyes fell on the huge mansion of a place.

Familiarity kicks in.

This was the same place in that picture of hers.

The place where she grew up.

Parking the car I step down to only have a valet take the keys from me. He bows at me and extends his hand to show me the way inside.

I step into the huge doors to look around.

Worlds most expensive paintings and arts lined the wall. Yet not a single family photo was to be found. Finally after searching I find one to be only that of the couple, her parents.

Naina and Richardson.

Delving my hands into my pockets, I was staring at it when a strong commanding voice speaks up from behind.

" That was when we went to Hawai. It's my wives favourite."

I turn around to be met with a male version of my Peaches. Those grey eyes, were a striking copy. It was not until now I realised how long it's been since I gazed into her grey orbs.

" Mr Richard."

" Veer Singh. Am I right."

" Yes Sir. Pleasure."

I offer my hand to him to only have him wrap his arm around my shoulder. Patting it, he looks at me with gleaming eyes.

" My boy. What a fight you put that day! It was bloody fantastic. Trust me when I say I have been a fan of boxing my entire life but I haven't seen a boxer deliver an upper hook as perfect as you."