Merely Existing

Chapter 7: Grandfather

Blacky's POV

What do you do, when there's a spot light shining down on you? When numerous eyes are turned upon you as some stranger promises you the world's largest fortune? As he invites you forward?

Do not make a fuss. Do as you are told. Kill him later.

Good. Let's go with that plan, shall we? I calmly walked up the staircase to stand beside Drake Henderson, with a smile put on for show but otherwise not betraying any flicker of emotion.

Polite but somewhat reluctant claps resounded in the spacious hall. It was completely understandable for them to have such response. A little girl still in high school taking over a corporation? A little girl who was probably still drinking milk when they were already working men? An adopted and unfamiliar one at that! These doubts and confusions were only natural. There were also a few people who had their faces contorted with spite, namely Mr Carl Jeffreye. Although come to think of it, having a teenage girl upstage you was undoubtedly a form of humiliation.

Which all brings us back to the point of why Drake Henderson would do such a thing. I had a feeling only two people on earth would know the answer to this question, Kylee and the man himself.

Instead of joining the party where a crowd of social climbers who were ready to pounce and shower us with congratulations were waiting, Drake Henderson simply signalled me to follow him to another chamber. Seeing this turn of events, I saw Kylee trying to follow us too....unfortunately she was mobbed before she could reach us.

Rest in Peace, Kylee.

We entered what looked like his office, with one side of the wall completely made of glass so that the beautiful night scenery of the vast gardens was in full view.

He sat down on the the chair behind his desk and motioned me to sit down too.

"Blacky, you must be wanting an explanation right?" he was smiling lightly, the way he was looking at me, the way speaks to me....you would never imagine it was two strangers' first conversation. And it bothers me.

"No, just wanting to kill you." I replied coolly. I would not describe myself as a violent person, rarely do I initiate any fights. I was only half joking, emphasis on the half.

"Ho, but I believe you gain no merits from it." Drake Henderson was more impressive than I had imagined. He held himself with confidence, not so much as blinking at my very subtle threat. Needless to say, it was a rare quality but to be expected from a man of his stature.

"I will gain peace in mind."

"Well now that you've made it clear that you're half serious, I must start talking to keep you interested, shouldn't I?"

"........"

He took my silence as a sign to continue.

"Felicia. Know anyone by that name?" He opened the drawer and started rummaging for something.

"Mum."

"My daughter."

Just a few words, but they contained an overwhelming information. Yet I was able to calmly accept it, maybe I was even half expecting it. He drew out a picture and showed it to me. A beautiful woman, just like the one who remained fresh in my memory, the one who haunted my dreams. Looking closely, the wavy honey blond hair was actually quite similar to Drake Henderson's, only difference would be the silver eyes I've inherited. Then he showed me yet another picture, not as new but also of a woman with silver eyes and straight black hair. She looked eerily similar to me, save for her straight hair and age.