DARK TYRANT

CHAPTER ONE

Amber Hazel Grayson frowned at her assistant, Jeremiah Wright. A twenty-four-year-old medical student, one of five she'd agreed to offer internships at the clinic. And along the way, maybe a job at the clinic. All the doctors agreed that the interns showed promise but were waiting for the end of their internship and exams to offer them jobs.

She and seven other doctors had founded Fateful Health Care, with the help of various donations and supporters from various states in America and a Russian investor, Ivan Sokolov, an oil tycoon. Their only foreign investor.

The medical students were placed at her private clinic because of her old professor. He'd approached her and mentioned the five brilliant Scholars that wanted to work at Fateful Care and was hoping the clinic had internship and training for medical graduates.

Amber had always been brilliant. She had done things as a toddler that only five-year-olds did. She was two when she started to recognise words and colours. At three she had the vocabulary of a ten year and was already doing first-grade math.

At five, she was solving math equations and was reading the encyclopedia. She'd been in spelling bees for her school. And had received many awards.
She'd been labelled a child progeny by the time she was six and had been moved to a private school for gifted female students. In other words, an all-girl school.

But no matter what she did and accomplished, her parents never acknowledged her brilliance, nor her independence.

She'd learned a long while ago not to even bother. She'd always be outshined by her siblings in her parent's eyes.

"Dr Grayson", Jeremiah huffed.
Amber blinked. "Yes, Mr Wright".
" Your parents called to arrange dinner plans for Sunday at eight. It seems your sister, Ms Grayson is celebrating a new movie deal and wants you all there to meet the director.

Great, thought Amber, another reason for mother to gloat how perfect Melanie is.
Amber, like Melanie, was rich thanks to her job and her writing, she also invested in various companies and didn't spend as lavishly as her siblings. She was far wealthier than her sister but not her brother and because she lived a humble life, she had the simplest things except her house. A regular car and clothing from thrift stores. If she needed to dress up, her friends shop for her.

Melanie didn't invest. She kept buying expensive items such as her Bugatti La Voiture Noire which set her back eighteen point seven (18.7) million dollars.

While Amber drove a Jeep Renegade and cost her only twenty thousand dollars.

Who is their right mind would buy a car that cost that much when you could buy one for a reasonable price.

Melanie only wore designer clothing, Chanel, Gucci, you name it she had it.

The most expensive thing Amber had was a pair of Gucci stilettos which she hadn't even bought. It was a gift from Dr Isaac Martin, a fellow colleague at the clinic, on Christmas. It was in his words "to show off her long legs" which she smiled and thanked him.

Her parents thought she was poor because of the way she dressed and the car she drove. They never even saw her house. The only luxury she allowed herself was a three-storey home with six bedrooms, six and a half bathrooms, a chefs' kitchen, a media room, a study and a beautiful living room. The house sat on five acres of land and was painted in beautiful light brown. She had a pool and a built-in hot tub in the backyard.