Heir to the Billionaire

HTTB 3

So now what?

What's going to happen to me?

"You can go say goodbye, if you'd like" said the doctor and I gulped the lump in my throat and nodded then followed him.

She was as white as a ghost, her lips lost all color, she looked.... dead.

I couldn't help it, all the tears rushed and fell as I held her lifeless hands in mine and begged her to come back, please... please don't go, don't leave me all alone, I pleaded.

I'm all alone now, what's going to happen to me.

"She's in a better place now, she died peacefully"

He said, trying to reassure me as he kept one hand on my shoulder.

I kissed her forehead, cheek, hands and embraced her, one last time.

"I love you Grandma, I'll miss you forever, life hurts a lot, more than death"

I quoted, she used to say that all the time, then the doctor covered her up and my eyes started watering again.

After they took her away, I waited at the waiting room, not for anything, I  just waited.

"Are you Adrianna?" asked a man in a black suit, he was maybe about 6' ft tall with a beard and buzz cut.

"Who's asking?" I asked, who is this man, what does he want with me.

"Are you Adriana Evangeline Emerson? "  

I stared and nodded, I got really scared, who is he?

"I'm Paul, I work for your father and he was informed about your grandmothers death, I'm here to pick you up and take you to him"

My eyes bulged and my lips trembled.

"M-my father? Who's my father?" I asked and the man smiled apologetically at me.

"How about you go see for yourself? follow me" he ordered and staring one last time at the hospital, I followed him to the outside of the hospital.

He ordered me to wait in the front door, as he brought the car around and I obliged, bringing out my phone and started texting Isabel and she opened the texts but didn't reply.

A black Rolls Royce pulled up in front of me and I stared in awe, I wonder who it belonged to?

Then, Paul got out of the drivers seat and opened the backseat for me and my jaw dropped and I couldn't form enough words to spout out a proper sentence.

Paul chuckled and helped me get inside the luxurious car, I was shocked and slightly excited, I was eager to meet the man who called himself my father.

After minutes of silence, I had enough of it and spoke to him.

"So uh Mr.Paul, what can you tell me about my father?" I asked him, breaking the awkward silence.

He told me to call him Paul, not Mr.Paul and he ignored the question so I decided to ask him another question.

"Um okay then, how long have you been working for him?" I asked and he shrugged and then told me he worked for him for about 8 years.

"I know your father like the back of my hand, we're really good friends he's also a great boss, can't say that about his wife though" he grumbled and complaint.

Wife?

So he remarried huh...

Paul suddenly went into a bad mood and forgot that he revealed something about my Ole' dad.