Novels by Samson's Notes

VC Hector was still on his knees. Behind his desperate eyes he was still angry. He did not believe what was happening. Ethan, the kid who cleaned the toilets was not really a Silvercrests. This did not make sense to Hector. He firmly believed the rich people were always rich and the poor people were always poor.Hector thought to himself "He is tricking them." He was thinking fast even though his body was shaking. "He somehow fooled Donald Steflon. This is a scam, If I pretend to be sorry now and act really humble I can get out of this and bid my time. When the truth comes out, when they find out Ethan is not who he says he is. I will their to see him crumble."He put his forehead on the floor. "Young Master Silvercrest " he said, trying to sound sorry. "I am sorry, i was wrong and rude. I did things to you that are unforgivable. I was afraid of the Golden Five so I did not do what was right."The people who gave money to the school were watching and they were very surprised. The peop

The ballroom doors swung open, and the world changed.Donald Steflon walked in like a man who owned the ground beneath his feet. Behind him marched a procession of Silvercrest personnel, men and women in dark uniforms bearing the mountain-and-crown crest, their expressions carved from stone. The string quartet died mid-note. Conversations evaporated and every donor, every board member, every student rose from their seats as instinct took over.Even those who had never seen Donald Steflon in person knew the crest. Knew what it meant when the second most powerful man in the world walked into a room unannounced.VC Hector scrambled forward, his earlier fury replaced by panicked deference. "Mr. Steflon! What an honor, we weren't informed you'd be attending. If we had known, we would have prepared a proper welcome..."Donald walked past him as if he didn't exist.He stopped in front of Ethan. The room held its breath and then, in front of the assembled elite of Silvercrest University, dono

The grand ballroom of Silvercrest University was like a fancy church. It had expensive lights hanging from the ceiling that looked like ice. The tables were covered with cloth and had pretty flowers and special cards with names on them. The room was filled with people from the city like the people who give the university money the leaders of the university and the teachers. They were all drinking champagne. Talking to each other but they did not know that something big had just happened in the parking lot.‎Ethan walked into the room with Amelia by his side and Trevor was walking behind them. People turned to look at them. It was not because they knew Ethan it was because of the way he walked into the room. It was the confidence, the tailored suit and the woman beside him, who had been expected on the arm of Ray Steflon.VC Hector Freeman stood near the head table, deep in conversation with two board members. When he saw his daughter enter with Ethan, his expression soured instantly.

Ray rubbed his reddening cheek, his eyes burning with fury and something darker. "You know I love you, Amelia. But I'm not letting this slide tonight." He grabbed her wrist."Let go of me!" She struggled, but his grip was iron. "You're coming with me. We'll have our date, and tonight in my room, you will pay heavily for that slap."Trevor lunged forward. "Get your hands off her!" Brad, Jason, and Adam blocked him instantly. "Where do you think you're going, Stevens?" Brad said. "Move!" Trevor yelled. "Not a chance."Amelia's eyes darted around for help. The students stood frozen, none would dare move against Ray Steflon.Then came the sound, it was a deep, heavy revving, louder and meaner than Ray's car. Every head turned toward the driveway. Another Pagani Huayra approached, but this one made Ray's fifty-million-dollar car look ordinary."That's the limited edition. The one-of-one hundred-million-dollar version." "Twice the price of Ray's car." "Costs more than all the Golden Five's

The grand hall of Silvercrest University blazed with light. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen fireworks, marble floors polished to mirrors, music drifting through the air. The annual Donor Banquet had begun, it was a status symbol, a playground for billionaires to show off, and a way to say, "I matter to the Silvercrest family."The parking lot had become a car show. Trevor's custom Rolls-Royce Ghost which was a ten million dollars car pulled in. He stepped out, adjusting his cufflinks, and five more cars rolled in beside him in unison. It was the Golden Five, as planned.The crowd erupted. "Adam's new Ferrari, twelve million! His suit's Valentino, three million!" "Jessica's Bentley Continental, fifteen million, and a five-million-dollar dress!" "Jason's Brabus, twenty million, and a two-million-dollar watch!" "Cady's Porsche 911 Cabriolet—her jewelry could feed a small country!" And finally, Brad's Lamborghini Miura SVJ, thirty million, matched with an eight-million-dollar Tom For

Ethan smiled at the sight before him, Austin Ross, president of a ten-trillion-dollar bank, and Golden Samson, who had just humiliated a lobby of billionaires, both kneeling, trembling and unable to meet his eyes. He wasn't Ethan the janitor anymore, he was the lost heir to the most powerful empire on earth."Rise," Ethan said.They scrambled up, heads still bowed. "Young Master," Austin breathed. "Please, let us take you inside.""Lead the way." Ethan responded calmly.They ushered him into Austin's private office, in it was a floor-to-ceiling windows, a mahogany desk, leather chairs and an original art piece. Ethan took the main chair and Austin and Golden remained standing. "Sit." They perched on the edges of their seats."The hundred billion in my account," Ethan began. "I need full access.""Done," Austin said immediately. "Unrestricted access within the hour.""Good. I need a celebrity stylist who can come here and get me ready for an event tonight. I don't have time to shop."G