The Emergence of the Legacy Man

CHAPTER EIGHT

Keith glanced at Mr. Sanderson who could barely maintain eye contact with him, bowing his head from embarrassment. 

"Mr. Thompson," Mr. Sanderson gulped down nothing, "I sincerely apologize for the way I spoke earlier, I acted rashly and I sincerely hope you will forgive me, sir." 

At the sound of sir, Keith's brow raised in mockery. He eyed the man standing before him but said nothing to reply to Mr. Sanderson's apology, turning his attention back to the now open vault. Finally, the moment he has been waiting for, Keith thought. His lips curled up into a satisfied grin, although he didn't know what was in the vault he was very optimistic that it was something that would bring the Hockings to their knees, and enough to put those snitches in their right place.

Mr. Sanderson's face fell when he saw that Keith wasn't paying him any attention, "Mr. Thompson, are you listening?"

Keith seemed to be lost in thought, Mr. Sanderson noted. He wasn't sure what the young man could be thinking about to get him so distracted and the look on Keith's face sent chills down Mr. Sanderson's spine and it was then he knew he had been messing with the wrong person, a very powerful person. Mr. Sanderson did know about the existence of the top tier account just like the other managers before him, it was a piece of information that had been passed from generations of managers that had worked in the bank. 

Yet, nobody knew what was inside or how much it could contain, it was never noted in their records, and that only added to the mystery of the top-tier  account. All he knew about the account was that the owners of the top tier account had the title of the richest people in the world and were very powerful people, so powerful they bought the bank and became its owner. Rumor had it that the family also owned most of the businesses in the world. Mr. Sanderson also knew the original owners of the account were dead but he never heard anything about them having an heir. 

Once again he scanned Keith as he was distracted, dressed in a white shirt that was now dirty brown and ripped at the shoulder along with missing buttons, his black pants were covered with dirt. Keith was not only tattered and beaten up but also smelt bad, signifying he hadn't showered for some time. Mr. Sanderson couldn't help but wrinkle his nose with disgust, sincerely, Keith looked nothing like an heir but like the saying, one should never judge a book by its cover. He never thought this day would come when he would witness the vault open.

"Sir, shall we go in?"

Keith snapped out of his daze at the sound of Mr. Sanderson's hesitant voice. He nodded and stepped aside as the two bulky men moved forward to push the heavy vault door open. He heaved a sigh and proceeded to go into the now opened vault.

All their jaws dropped open at the sight before them. The vault room was filled with gold bars and precious treasures, objects that not only looked fragile but also rare and expensive. As Keith ran his gaze over the wealth lying before him he calculated mentally to probably be over his former net worth and certainly over trillions of dollars. 

Mr. Sanderson gasped in shock, never in his entire life had he seen so much accumulated gold and objects, even with all his years of working in the bank, all of the money he had seen in all of their branches and in this bank itself didn't amount to ten percent of what he was seeing right now before him. To even think he never thought such money could be stored in the bank was an understatement. Mr. Sanderson placed the back of his hand over his head, suddenly feeling lightheaded and his eyes rolled back into his head. Luckily one of the security men caught him just in time before he could fall to the ground.

Keith peeped at where Mr. Sanderson lay in the arm of one of his security guards as the other tried to resuscitate him because he had fainted. Keith would have fainted too, out of shock and overflowing joy, never in his life had he seen such an amount of money and materials piled up in one place and the fact that it belonged to him. To distract himself from how faint he was feeling he strode towards Mr. Sanderson to help get him to wake up. 

A few minutes later, Keith was now fully distracted and Mr. Sanderson, now standing on his feet taking in the view with eyes as wide as saucers. 

"What next, sir Thompson?" Mr. Sanderson asked, his voice quivered as he spoke.

Keith resisted laughing at the once prideful manager speaking so respectfully to him, even avoiding eye contact and bowing slightly as he spoke.

"Explore," Keith answered, and without waiting for any response he moved to the island table at the end of the vault, on which lay a briefcase. 

"Oh fuck, man it's made of gold," said one of the men. 

Indeed the briefcase was made entirely of gold, wasting no time Keith yanked it open, and inside it was a document. Keith's brows furrowed in confusion as he picked it up carefully scanning through it. The paper contained a will with every wealth signed under his name.

Keith had been an only child and despite living with his parents growing up, he never knew his family was this rich. He could remember the day his parents made him memorize a phone number and passcode if he ever got stuck and had no way out they also told him to go to the city bank and ask about a top tier account called Ancient Wealth, which had been the last he heard from his parents because they died in a plane crash on their way to a business meeting.

"It says the account is called Ancient Wealth," the man from earlier said as he had been reading the paper from over Keith's shoulder. Keith glanced at the manager who immediately held up his hands.

"I know nothing of the ancient wealth, sir and no one knew what was in here. I've been working in this bank for years and never heard of anything like that. But I wouldn't be bothered about that if I were you, all this is yours to keep." Mr. Sanderson explained, gesturing at all the treasures on the ground.