Jeremy Waltz: A Billionaire Incognito

Given an unfair advantage, Ethan recovered from the numerous heavy punches and rolled on top of Jeremy, returning the blows with his knuckles hitting straight on his forehead.While this unfolded Jeremy's wife stood still watching, she wasn't at all burdened by the possibilities of him dying."Dad!" His 18 years old daughter who just came down the stairs rushed to pull her uncle off her dad.By now Jeremy's left eye was already filled with blood, with a black circle surrounding it. His lips were swollen and bleeding.Basically his whole head looked like a drum with many leakages.He sat up staggeringly and started breathing heavily. The physical pain he took wasn't at all as devastating as the emotional turmoil they had caused him."Why?" A teardrop left Jeremy's eyes followed by the tremor that accompanied his voice."Did you really think I was gonna settle down for a poverty stricken man like you? Look at me," she quickly did a 360. "Do I look like your type?"Jeremy's heart dropped

"I have something important to tell him," Jeremy insisted."For the last time, do yourself a favor and leave while you still can, boy.""Just let me talk to Mr. Havemeyer himself," he argued still."Go home," a loud beep rang."Just let me talk to him goddammit," Jeremy yelled on top of his voice, his throat patterned by veins."Mr?""Mr?""Fuck!" He cussed and pushed the machine.Fuck!In the proceeding seconds he stepped away from it walking off the sudden gust of energy that clocked him.After a few to and fro movements he sat on the grass and put his hands over his head, his heartbeat began to race again, beating in heavy rhythms.A stroke of lightning ran across the sky with the sound of thunder, then it suddenly began to rain.The rain water served as a shower to Jeremy. He sat where he sat, not moving a slight inch for the rain."I'd wait... I'd wait..." He maffled to himself, shivering under the rain.The morning sun quickly sailed pass the sky, then the afternoon sun followed

They drove through the dark night in silence still they got to the hospital.The billionaire placed his hand over Jeremy's shoulder and bounced inside the building in a bit of haste.The nurses knew Mr Guerrero and somehow a doctor was already approaching them."Welcome back, sir.""I need a DNA test on him right now," he requested with a tone of emergency."I'd get it done immediately," the doctor responded and turned around to Jeremy. "Follow me."While they left Mr Guerrero sat on one of the chairs with his body vividly restless. He was nervous just as much as he was anxious.In couple seconds a police man entered the hospital and walked pass Mr Guerrero's bodyguards to greet him."We got reports of a wanted man in the building sir, you might wanna get to safety," the cop briefed him."It's that bastard on TV isn't he?" Guerrero questioned."Yes, same old bastard," the cop responded accordingly."You intend on bursting him alone?""No. I was in the area when the report came. Back u

"I'm a billionaire!" With his hands raised in the air he got off his knees and stared at himself in the mirror."I'm a fucking billionaire!"Suddenly the door opened reveling Mr Guerrero's secretary. "From now on I'm your bodyguard." She said with a fierce tone and then shut the door behind her without turning around to it."Bodyguard?""Get dressed," she picked up the key on the center table and threw it at him. "We have to get you a suit that fits your new job in the Green House. And of course, a stupid old car."She turned around to exit the house when Aiden halted her with a question... "What job?""He wants to make you the new production manager in the Green House but right now you don't have a college certificate or qualifications of any kind. So for now you're just a cleaner. For one week until he can fabricate qualifications for you," she briefed him. "He also said it's good to rise up the ranks slowly.""What!" Aiden exclaimed in confusion. "What about the mission?""Consider

Becky drove by and stopped by Aiden's house. She dropped off the car with a laptop in her hand and headed straight to his door.Without knocking she inserted a key through the keyhole and twisted, making her way into the house successfully."What're you doing here?" Her eyes shrinked with surprise as she saw Aiden on the couch with his legs on the center table, a bottle of wine in his hand and a bag of chips on the edge of the chair.On the TV a reporter reported with the volume mute, Aiden didn't feel like listening."How did you get in?" He took his legs of the table with his face reciprocating the shock expression she has on."Spare key," she replied."Give it to me," he stretched his hand at her with a palm wide open.She threw the key at him and walked towards the adjacent couch, subsequently sitting down and putting the laptop on her thighs.With her eyes locked on it she started typing."Why're you not at work?" She questioned, her eyes still locked on the computer screen.Aide