Everyone was totally shocked at what the President did. Did he just apologize to a delivery man?

Gary gulped hard at his attempt to ruin the bank's reputation. The president raised his head and glared at him.

"You are fired!" He boomed and turned back to Cole with a polite smile on his face.

"I will get everything ready for you to receive now." He said and as soon as he finished everything for him, Cole left but as he was leaving, he noticed Gary at the front of the bank crying and sweating profusely as he begged the gateman.

That made him remember when he was sent out of his work place too. He shook his head to get rid of the painful experience.

*****

Cole jerked up from his sleep. He was having a nightmare again. Nightmare of that night and another thing ... He did not know but he felt some strange energy going through his body.

What was happening to him exactly?

He climbed off the bed and made his way to the mirror. Cecilia had still not allowed him to sleep in the same room as her.

But he had moved from the slaves' quarter into the guest room. 

His chest was bare and he stared at the pendant that was on his neck. His neck was glistening with sweat as his chest heaved.

This was the first time something like that was happening to him.

But what was it?

His ears suddenly strained as he heard voices from downstairs. Picking a shirt to wear and exited his room.

"Who does your husband think he is? He is yet to wake up?" Martin's voice boomed from the living room.

Cole watched as he spoke to Cecilia who was obviously tired of Martin's little tantrums when it comes to Cole.

"Good morning," Cole greeted and they both turned to look at him.

"Didn't you know that my car needs a wash and you slept till this kind of time? Oh, I don't blame you. Since you are so jobless what can I say?" Martin snapped.

Cole's brows furrowed together as he looked at Cecilia who acted like Martin did not just disrespect him.

"Can't you ask the servant to do that?" Cole asked, tired of Martin's tactics to get him to act like a slave in the house.

Martin seemed surprised by the question and a slight incredulous chuckle escaped his lips. "Really? Just because you happened to be Justin's lost associate's son, you have not grown wings and you want to fly? Don't be ludicrous." He scoffed.

Cole turned to Cecilia to hear what she wanted to say about this matter.

Cecilia did not know what to say either but she said. "What? What did you expect after you ruined my life? If you were rich, you would have been treated with respect. But ... You are poor ... Don't expect any honor. You do as he says." She walked out, leaving the both of them.

Martin smirked at Cole who narrowed his eyes at him. Cole knew that Martin was doing this for a reason and he was going to find out that reason.

Letting out a deep sigh, he proceeded outside to wash the car.

As soon as he picked up the sponge to start the work since Martin already gave orders that no one should help him, his hand began to move on their own. The speed at which he washed it was inhumane.

He cleaned the inside and it was all sparkling clean. Sweat dripped down his forehead and neck and his shirt was soaked with sweat.

He stepped back and arranged the place before entering back into the house.

Shock flashed across Martin's face as he saw Cole walk inside with his chest heaving. "Are you done?" He asked him.

Cole looked back to see if he was the one Martin was speaking to and he turned back to him. "Yes?" He did not know why he was surprised.

"So quick?" Martin asked, rising to his feet and making his way to the entrance of the house. He walked outside with Cole following him from behind in confusion. 

Martin stopped in his tracks as he stared at his Ferrari. It was sparkling and shining like a brand new one. 

He faced Cole with a shocked face and said. "How did you do it?"

"What ?" Cole asked.

Martin turned back to his car and went to open it. The kind of scent it oozed made him remember the day he had gotten the car. Something was sort of amiss.

"Since I am done, I can eat breakfast now, right?" He asked him. With a dismissal wave of Martin's hand, Cole walked back inside and towards his room.

He took a quick bath and stepped out of the bathroom. As he was dressing, his phone rang and he stared at the caller's ID.

Who was this?

Clicking on the answer button, he placed the phone to his ear as he continued to dress. 

"Cole?" Justin's voice came in and he paused.

When did he exchange numbers with Justin?

"Justin?" Cole replied.

"Oh, good," Justin said in relief.

"How did you get my number?" Cole asked, buttoning up the last button.

Justin chuckled. "Is it something that hard to get a number in this city?" He asked.

Cole lifted his shoulders in a shrug, not caring to answer. "Why did you call?"

"Well, I wanted you to meet someone. I will send you the address of the location and this person is quite trustworthy." He told him.

"Okay, I will be there by noon," Cole told him and they disconnected the call.

* * * * * 

After Cole had had his breakfast, he exited the house and proceeded to get a cab. 

He checked the address of the restaurant Justin had chosen and realized it was one of the most expensive restaurants in the City.

Lead Restaurant was for the high class and has been rated five stars by potential people of the city.

As soon as he got there, from the view alone he figured that they really did meet their name and stars.

He approached the entrance but the doorman slowly stepped forward, eyeing him from head to toe in derision.

"Who are you and what do you want here?" He asked Cole who was busy taking a look at the inside of the place through the transparent glass.

The man moved and stood before his view. "If you are looking for a job, there is no one." He told him.

Cole furrowed his brows. "I am not here for a job. I am here to meet someone." He answered. 

The man let out mocking laughter. "Meet who? The cleaner? You can't even meet the lowest rank of workers in this place. Go back before you are dragged away."

Cole felt a stab of annoyance at the way the man spoke to him.

"I know your class of people. Always disguising yourself to meet people when in fact you want to beg." The man scoffed.

Just as he was about to talk back to him, someone cleared his throat behind him and he turned around only to see Seth and his ex-girlfriend, Leslie, who was holding Seth's hands tight. 

Leslie seemed quite shocked but quickly recovered from it as Seth let out a snort. "What are you doing here? Just because Justin called you the son of his associate, you think you now have the right to come to his restaurant ?" He asked.

Wow, this was Justin's restaurant? 

How come he did not know?

Cole turned his eyes to Leslie and slowly narrowed them to her. She cringed at his gaze but soon smirked.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. At the party I told you about, Justin had called Cole the son of his past associate." He told Leslie who laughed.

"Really? Associate, you say? That is unfortunate for Justin. I mean to have been aligned with their poor ass of a family." She said, the glint of mockery obvious in her eyes. They all laughed out.

Cole did not say anything as he watched them insult him more.

Seth turned to the doorman. "Call the security on him. He is here to take advantage of Justin." He said to him.

Just as the doorman was about to call the security, a wave of someone's presence rolled in and a voice boomed from behind them.

"What is happening here?"