The History of an Evil CEO

Prologue

Hello my name is...  Elliot Allenor Afton and this is my story and I don't know how bad I was to be called Evil, but what is true is that I am the CEO and being someone hated for eronic reasons, well and zero that it was the fault of my work and of a guy a certain Player.

Its all starts here in London, there was a strong sun, people were working and the children were going to school, a totally normal day, I was born at 8:47 in the morning on September 30 1950, my mother was a worker in a jewelry store. and my father was a soldier, he was born in the United States, he met my mother on a trip, after the second great war he married my father, he traveled to the United Kingdom to America, he was someone who sought the rights of the people after what he saw in the war, that was until he was murdered by white radicalists a week before he was born, I have a brother named Zach, he was a year older than me.

Being a baby in the 50s and in London is not as bad as people think, People only worry if there was a third world war and in three years it would open up the world's population, My mother was a perfect woman. She was not even that happy after my father's death, but in the end it was just about obeying her and loving him no matter what. even so, I was almost always with my maternal grandparents. they lived in Derby, United Kingdom. The place was in recovery after the death. Second Great War they lived in a community that was fairly homogeneous and there was a strong sense of local belonging among all. The house was quite big and had a shed which had little tools, My brother and I slept in my mother's old room on bunk beds made by my grandfather.

I slept in the bottom bed and my brother in the top one, we had a small Liberia which we hardly used and the record player, I liked listening to albums like "With The Beatles" by the band of the same name, "The Young Ones" by Cliff Richard or "Crying" by Roy Orbison, In 1960 my grandparents bought their first television which we watched in the afternoons to watch Manchester United matches, my grandfather's favorite team, I was never such a football fan. I like to see when George Best played. He was great and abstinent he was only 16, On the contrary, my grandmother only watched a program called "The Benny Hill Show" a range of sketches and comedy parodies which I liked a little, physical humor and musical segments were the best, 

I almost always only spent my time drawing things like cities or people. I also lost riding a bicycle which I inherited from my brother but I used it when he was not there, school was a great place, I didn't have many friends Andrew, James, Stephen or Mark are the ones I remember, we were the "neds" group, we played soccer, we were the ones who answered the questions in class and the most attentive, you are more complicated than a 7x7 also when we went out we played in the suburbs with a solera and with nustars skates mine avia made with the wood from the shed, Everything was normal until June 15, 1963, something changed.

This morning I was at my mother's house, she had gone out with my brother on an errand, so I was alone at home, after about 8 minutes I saw that there was a letter in the house bus, we didn't usually have letters without I went to get it, I went to the room and I opened it, I only had a letter, some keys and some documents, but after opening it, my wood and my brother arrived, so I left it at the back of my dresser. After that night I couldn't sleep, you saw a vision of someone who warned me of something -Elliot, Elliot, Elliot! listen to me... player he has chosen you to be the C... -suddenly it ended, I didn't understand absolutely anything, what would a Captain, a Commander, a Custodier be?

I was only 8 years old so I told us who this player was. I thought it was just a crazy dream but since then it became clear that I couldn't sleep and I stayed awake as if someone was watching me, could it be that I'm scared? for being carefree?

I never told anyone because they called me crazy or someone with a lot of imagination, Just continue as if nothing in life is lived and then they just disappeared.

As I grew up I saw how good I was at building things like wooden toys or skateboards which helped me be able to do my studies while I was also spending important time reading various books and novels, I even got to know George Best although they had problems with alcohol or David H, a great guy, Time after my brother left home to go make his own life and start a gaming company or something, so he also put a lot of pressure on me to leave the house. And that's how it was when I was 15 that I left home. Not knowing what to do I decided to do one last thing, So I decided to take all my savings that I had saved and the letter to open it to see what it was, with the surprise that the letter brought my father's handwriting which told me very important words before his death -Please my beloved Margaret, (My mother's name) Take these lands that I left in Alabama United States and please take care of yourself and be happy for my children-.

With a couple of tears and nerves, but determined, I took the letter and the papers with their keys and ran to a small boat port I bought the cheapest ticket, And I decided to embark on an adventure without telling my mother or anyone I really don't anymore I cared I know that my mother always loves my older brother more and that's why I'm going to do it for my father, So that's how it was that with a letter, $150 sterling miles in my bag, a suitcase and my skateboard and guitar, I left.

So this is where the story truly begins I'm just telling you, get ready for the craziest adventure you'll ever see.