2025-06-01 07:24:36Isaiah felt a surge of resolve. His father's pain was palpable. This was his legacy and his dying wish. He was old money now and a third-generation rich kid at that.
"What do you want me to do, Father?" Isaiah asked, his voice firm. "I'm ready for anything."
"Good, I'll call you," Mr. Bradley said, a grateful smile on his face. "Occasionally you will have to come in and handle certain assignments at the company. This will gradually cement your position as the future head of the company. But for now, you must hide your identity. I've already instructed the Chancellor and his PA to protect your secret until you're ready to reveal it."
Mr. Bradley stood up and extended his arms. Isaiah rose as well and they embraced. It was an awkward hug at first, then it deepened and what followed was a silent acknowledgment of lost time of a connection found too late and yet still profoundly felt by the both of them. They talked for hours, with Mr. Bradley sharing anecdotes of his youth, of Isaiah’s mother, Mary, and of the early days of building the empire he inherited from his father.
Isaiah listened and was captivated. He soaked in every word and every gesture. The world outside the office faded away and was replaced by the intimate space of a newly found father-son bond. They talked until the sky outside the window turned from a deep indigo to an inky black, dotted with the first stars.
Finally, Mr. Bradley checked his watch. “It’s late, son. You should get back to your dorm.”
Isaiah nodded, a strange mix of exhilaration and melancholy swirling within him. He left the building with a smile on his face and his hand in his pocket as he fiddled around with the black diamond card, which was a tangible weight in his pocket and a secret world now open to him.
The news of his disappearance had already become a campus legend. Whispers of a dreadful fate at the hands of the school’s owner, fueled by his earlier defiance of the top donors’ children, Harold and Walter, had spread like wildfire throughout the campus. He opened the door to his shared lodge room and the familiar scent of stale pizza and unwashed laundry hit him.
Jackson, Luke, and Alan were all there. Jackson and Luke, who are close friends with Isaiah, were sprawled on their beds as they looked up, their faces etched with relief. Alan, the fourth roommate, was the only one out of the trio who did not like Isaiah. He was hunched over his laptop with his headphones clamped over his ears, his brow furrowed in annoyance.
“Isaiah! You’re back!” Jackson exclaimed, sitting up abruptly.
“Dude, we thought you were toast!” Luke added, swinging his legs off the bed. “Seriously, we were about to organize a search party. The rumors were wild.”
Isaiah offered them a small, almost goofy smile, the lingering effects of his conversation with Mr. Bradley still evident. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice calmer than he felt. “The Chancellor… he just kept me in his office. Said it was my punishment. He had me help him with some paperwork.” He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.
“Paperwork?” Jackson scoffed, but a relieved grin spread across his face. “Man, you had us worried sick!”
“We figured you were in deep trouble,” Luke added. “You got that look on your face, though. Like nothing bad happened.”
“Yeah, that's because nothing happened,” Isaiah repeated, walking to his bed. “Just… a long day. I’m exhausted.”
“Have you eaten?” Jackson asked, ever the concerned friend.
“Yeah, I had something,” Isaiah lied, his stomach rumbling faintly. Food was the last thing on his mind. “All I want now is to sleep.”
Alan ripped off his headphones, his face contorted in irritation. “Can you guys keep it down? I’m on a call with my girlfriend. Some of us actually have things to do.” He shot Isaiah a venomous look. “I guess you're back. Now shut up.”
Jackson and Luke ignored him, still buzzing with questions for Isaiah. The news of his return and his punishment would be all over campus soon.
Isaiah lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His new life and his father. The Ten billion dollars in his possession within a premium black diamond card, he was one of the less than ten who did. And to think this was just a penny compared to the transgenerational empire his father just offered him. He was now a third-generation rich kid with more money than the parents of all the students of BZU combined.
He thought to himself what fate awaited all those who mocked and despised him—if only Jules didn’t break up with him, she would have been by his side in his future—but most importantly, what fate awaited him now that he was taking on his father’s master plan to have him take over the Bradley empire. He closed his eyes as he ended the day with a smile.
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From the gate came a man in a body-hugging suit. He had the look of a god. His hair was black and curly, and his eyes were the color of clouds. Ash gray. He seemed to have been born to intimidate and be jealous.All three of them stared with their jaws dropped low as the man came forward. They wondered if he was the caller. They doubted it. They were imagining a rough-looking man, one that would have the appearance of the voice that had thundered from the phone. Well, if they were being honest, the man in front of them had the look of thunder and lightning fashioned into human form. A Greek god. It was Costa. One of the sons of the Gambinos. Again he found himself deep into the business of Isaiah. Now he was close to the car; raising his hand, he tapped on the roof of the car. Nathan, wind down. He managed to smack off the stupid look on his face before it made him come across as dim."Follow me," Costa said and began walking back inside."Maybe that's not him. Maybe that's the body
Chapter 210
The thirty minutes was over soon enough. In its duration, the trio had spent the time trying to speak to one another but only found themselves in a bind each time. Jenny and Jackson still did not trust Nathan, and Nathan was getting tired of pretending that he needed them to trust him. "It's time to go," the blond said at once, parking his laptop in his bag."Finally," Jenny said. "Any extra second and we would have killed ourselves," Jackson said. It was as if he was trying not to laugh, and the air kept piling itself in his throat, forcing him to wheeze. Jenny and Nathan said nothing. In a few minutes the trio found themselves in Nathan's car. It was a Lexus. A car no doubt less expensive than Isaiah's Rolls Royce. Jenny nearly asked, "By riding such a car, is your father basically the richest man in the world?" She knew him to be. But she kept her questions to herself. She wanted to avoid at all costs the blond's intuitive ability, which would have led them into another bout
Chapter 209
"Where is the location?" Jenny asked. Her voice was sheathed in much seriousness. "And how far is it?"Nathan turned back to the laptop's screen to see the location that was shared to him by the strange caller. "It's a neighborhood called the Zincs. It's close to another neighborhood called the Lo—" Nathan stopped as if his tongue had become frozen cold and unusable. His mind seemed as though it was being shattered by new information downloading into it at a phenomenal pace."What happened?" Jackson asked, dropping a hand on Nathan's shoulder. "Cat got your tongue?" Nathan's shoulders seemed as though they were vibrating under Jackson's hand.Jenny rolled her eyes. "It's not that," she began in her deduction. "It's that Nathan here did not want us knowing about what he wanted to say."Nathan shrugged Jackson's hand off his shoulder and eyed Jenny. "I guess you know everything going on inside of my head now, Elena," he said, sarcastically. "If you do, then explain why I stopped talking
Chapter 208
"What do you want?" Nathan asked. For the first time Jackson and Jenny could hear a shadow of fright in the blond boy's voice. They never thought they'd hear it from him. They would have laughed if they were not scared to bits themselves. "That's better," the terrifying voice from the phone said. "I want your full cooperation on this. You see, I am an acquaintance of Isaiah." Jenny and Jackson flinched at these words. "And just this afternoon we saw an article posted by a blog that we traced to you, saying that he was missing. I and my family have been around the city looking for him. At first, we came to think that you were lying and wanted to punish you for it. We changed our minds on that when we traced Isaiah to the last place he had been. "Jenny was terrified but curious. Who was this acquaintance of Isaiah's that she did not know of? An acquaintance that found no qualms in shooting a bullet into the room of college kids. Her mind was engulfed in much pondering. She now remem
Chapter 207
The door opened up, and Jackson, still held on to his shirt by Jenny, came in through it. Nathan sat in his chair, hands clasped together just right before his face, waiting on what would be said to him now. There was an aura of mysterious seriousness that shrouded him up and gave Jenny and Jackson a sort of chill that ran down their respective spines. The boy was a quiet menace. He gave the impression of mischief just by being quiet. And Jenny could not help but hate him for it.Jenny bore a look of seriousness right on his face. "Look—" she began but never finished. There was a phone call on Nathan's phone. All eyes lead to the phone on the table beside him. It beeped on, but Nathan said nothing of it as if it were merely a piece of nothing, eyes still boring a hole at the two of them. "Carry on," he said, gesturing to Jenny and Jackson with his hands in a gentlemanly way. "You were about to say something. Don't let a little phone call stop you from laying out your concerns." The
Chapter 206
"How long am I going to be sleeping here helpless like this?" Isaiah asked, frustrated at the fact that he couldn't move. By this time the sun had already slipped below the horizon, and the sky had been covered by a thick blanket of night, with stars dotting its body here and there, and a silver crescent moon sitting triumphantly in the center of it all, glaring at the weary mortals that inhabit the cities that it presided upon.""Kate is going to try her best to fix you up tonight so you don't have to stay here long enough and leave tomorrow as soon as you can," Elena said as though she was counting her words, while staring at the window. There was this growing change in temperament that he was seeing in her. He did not know what to say or do about it. He looked at Kate. She nodded to him in agreement. And then he looked at the bandage worn around Luke's neck. She had healed him since yesterday, and it still hadn't healed up. For sure Luke was better now, but she wasn't denying that
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