HIS TIME

CHAPTER 6

Marshall chuckled sheepishly and hugged his son so deeply to himself. His father signaled his senior butler who took out a card from his pocket and handed it over to him.

"Young master, this card is credited with $500,000,000, please manage it for a start," he said respectfully, his head dressed with a bow. "At the garage; please choose any two Range Rovers Sports of your choice, and it will be all yours, Young Master." 

Julian Roland chuckled deeply in excitement, he could have left behind wealth to survive on his own but he never knew for once that his billionaire father would accept him back and promptly restore him to a billionaire.

He was anticipating some measures of punishment after living for five years with a wrong notion of an untold decision regarding his sick mother's death.

"And that's not all my son," he said, cutting short his son's conflicting thoughts. "Right from this moment you'll become the new Chief Operating Officer of Honeywell Real Estate Ltd."

Julian giggled uncontrollably, his white good teeth were conspicuous. "Wow! Dad, you returned me to a billionaire in just a split second. You're also making me the COO of Honeywell, huh?" he asked to be certain he's got the facts straight."

His father nodded profusely, still beaming like never before. "Son, you'd have been in charge of businesses already, but you took off, but I'm grateful that you're back to me. I miss you my dearest son."

Father and Son held each other's hands and embraced for the third within half an hour. Their bodies were clothed with uncontrollable goosebumps.

Julian cleared his throat, gazing into his father's eyes. "Father, I promise you today that you've restored my wealth and true identity that I won't disappoint you," his tone echoes a very sense of seriousness. "I'll give all the best in ensuring I don't make you regret your decisions this very day."

Lord Marshall placed his right finger on his chest. "Son, if you do a great job at Honeywell, I promise to make you the CEO without any further thoughts."

Julian's heart intertwined with joy and challenge, he knew he had work to do to earn his father's trust in business expertise. "I promise you Father, just sit back and watch your son's actions."

He drifted back to thoughts. 'Honeywell, huh? My divorced wife and her family, altogether her new man wouldn't dare see this coming' he muttered in his heart, slightly scoffing and smirking at how things would soon unfold.

Three servants simultaneously approached the restored billionaire in Manchester City and tiled their heads in outright respect. "Young Master, we're your servant and will always be at your beck and call. Welcome home our billionaire Young Master." They all uttered at once without hesitation.

The loyalty of his newly assigned servants triggered him to drift his thoughts aback. 'Five years ago I was a part-time waiter, but right now I've got back my servants, it feels like I never left,' he continued muttering in his heart.

Five years ago, he was merely a billionaire who was personally advising his Father on business strategies but fast-forward in time, his father had added a sensitive position to his status quo aside from being a billionaire.

Julian ambled around the living room to catch the ambiance of a house he had missed for the longest time. He eventually got to a portrait hugged at the wall beside where the television sets were situated.

The identity of the person in the portrait was his late mother, his closest friend, and his support system.

Julian drew a deep breath with his two hands placed against his chest. "I miss you mum; my world's best mum. You didn't want me to watch you suffer till death. You choose love and peace, and I never knew."

"I promise never to disappoint you and fulfill your dreams. I haven't forgotten them."

"World best Mum..." his heart calmly beat as his body uttered with his blue almond eyes fixed on the portrait.

The next morning at Honeywell Real Estate Headquarters, Manchester City. News had already spread like wildfire about the new Chief Operating Officer to be unveiled.

Uncertainty and bewilderment fell in the hearts and minds of all general staff as they all made their way to the company's general hall for an early morning meeting to affirm the identity of their new COO.

The board of trustees, shareholders, management of staff, heads, and assistants of various departments, and several other widely chosen staff were all present to witness the newest triumphant head.

In total, there were about 120 staff in attendance. Remarkably punctual to avoid any sort of punishment from the management team. All eyes stood awake glancing profusely at the next unknown outcomes.

But two persons seemed more uneasy and perplexed about the impromptu news about a new COO.

Mr. Wilfred's hands and legs couldn't stop shaking profusely. He abruptly stood up and went behind the hall. Rihanna noticed his tense state and followed suit as confusion engrossed their sensory organs.

"A new COO? Wilfred, what the hell's going on, huh?" Rihanna blurted out, her hands on her hips. "Wait… have you met the CEO in person?" she asked again, her eyes rolling in thoughts.

Mr. Wilfred breathed out loudly. "The CEO's identity is unknown. I've never met him in person, just phone calls and emails. Suddenly he's named a new COO?"

"I'm more shocked than everyone present in the hall. I never saw this coming, my replacement?" Mr. Wilfred opined firmly, exhaling sharply in disbelief.

"But do you know of any staff amongst us that would be promoted as the new COO?" Rihanna inquired, her eyes narrowed in confusion. "Could it be Mr. Earnest; the head of logistics?"

Wilfred tilted his head in thought, his right index finger on his lips. "At this point, I don't even know who to assume could take over my position," he mouthed with a fallen demeanor.

"Please let's get back to our seats. We're gradually causing a scene and that's not a good one." Rihanna quickly said, striving to calm her intense nerves.

The two like-minded personalities found themselves back to their original seats. The atmosphere was intriguing with calmness and nervousness.

From the back of the company's hall, two white luxurious cars screeched brakes— Range Rovers models; one for billionaire Julian Mars Roland and the other for billionaire Lord Marshall Roland.

All eyes from the hall quickly gazed toward the back door to obtain a quick view of what the new COO looked like before the official naming.

"Wilfred, can you see his face?..."