From Rejected Son in Law to Empire Heir

Logan stopped for a bit to catch his breath. He had just taken out the trash. His worn out janitor’s uniform that had faded from years of washing had several fresh stains on it. He looked at it and sighed, making a mental note to himself to buy a fresh set when he got paid.

 Still under the hot weather, something vibrated in his pocket, he reached into it and brought out an old and battered phone. His jaw worked when he saw the caller ID and firmly pressed the phone against his ear.

 "Can you hear me, Mr Mitchell? Are you there?" A woman's voice echoed when she heard nothing, but she continued speaking regardless, "You need to come to the hospital right now. Mia is currently being transferred to the emergency room.”

 Logan's eyes flew wide, "What are you saying, Doctor? You told me yourself that she wouldn't have any complications for the next three months." His voice was shaky as he spoke, he wouldn't know what to do with himself if anything happened to his precious daughter, Mia.

 "Mr Mitchell,” The woman called firmly, Logan couldn't tell she was being rude or professional, “I am aware of what I said. However, this is a person's life we're talking about. There’s no telling what can happen in the next moment. We did the best we could even when you couldn't come up with the payment on time, you know that. And you still have some outstanding amounts to pay. Your daughter’s life is on the line so I suggest you get here as soon as possible.” The line clicked right after. 

 Logan's heart thudded loudly in his chest, trying to process what he had just heard. “It can't be…” He whispered to himself  repeatedly as he put back his phone in his pocket. He wiped off the sweat in his face then hurriedly made his way to the corner of the building where his colleagues were assembled, taking a break.

 He went  straight to his supervisor called Mr Scott, a merciless old man who didn't play with his work. He dropped to his knees immediately and begged to be excused. Mr Scott wasn't having it. “You think you can just do whatever you want here? What do you think this is? You're here to work, not move around for a bit then check out.”

 "I'm sorry Sir, but this is my daughter we're talking about. I can't just sit back and let anything happen to her." Logan begged.

 “What  exactly is your presence gonna do for her? You’re better off making yourself useful here.” Mr Scott spat.

 Logan exhaled, he knew it was pointless so he didn't beg anymore, he got on his feet and apologized, then he turned around and left.

 “Hey! Where are you going, you bastard? You're dead meat, you hear me?!” Mr Scott shouted but Logan didn't stop. His daughter needed him and he wasn't going to disappoint her. Luckily, he found a cab as soon as he left and practically jumped in. 

 While in the cab, it occurred to him that he was still yet to tell his wife what was going on. He looked at the company building becoming farther away, he couldn't turn back now. Not when Mia was waiting for him. 

 Still with his heart pounding and his heart trembling, he brought out his old phone and dialed a number. It went straight to voicemail.

 "Ava…” He called, his voice shaking, “I'm headed to the hospital right now. The doctor  called earlier, Mia is…in a critical condition, it sounds really bad. I can't think straight. Just…” He paused for a breath, “Come to the hospital when you get this." He was about to hit the send button, but he paused and added before sending it, “Nothing bad is going to happen to our daughter, Ava. I swear it.”

 Logan and Ava worked at Synergy Corp together, the building Logan had just left, but their roles were a lot different. He was just an ordinary janitor, a nobody who the elites in the company never spared a glance at, and was constantly belittled and mocked by anyone who crossed paths with him. 

Ava on the other hand, was a respected Sales manager at the company. It was thanks to her that Logan got his job and he was beyond grateful for it.

 In about 30 minutes, Logan arrived at the hospital where Mia was being treated. He rushed towards the receptionist, “Mia Mitchell, she was transferred to the emergency room almost an hour ago. I'm her father, please I need to see her.” He pleaded with panic written all over his face.