The Emergence of the Legacy Man

CHAPTER SIX

"Release him," the blonde man who had claimed the title of manager ordered and instantly the guards let him go. It happened so fast that Keith stumbled forward almost crashing into his face but luckily he stabled himself in time.

"Get back to work," again the blonde man spoke, his voice calm and demeanor screamed of authority and respect. The moment he spoke, the people who had gathered to watch the drama all dispersed, going back to whatever they had been doing, although their curious gaze remained on them as they brushed past.

"Come with me." The man instructed, staring intently at Keith almost as if to intimidate him but Keith had other pressing concerns than to be bothered about stares and whispers or some man dressed in a fancy suit who was trying to make him squirm.

Keith nodded, "Lead the way, Manager," he tried not to sound impatient and sarcastic but Keith doubted it worked. 

The blonde man twirled around and began moving and Keith didn't need to be told twice as he tagged closely behind the manager. 

"I'm Mr. Sanderson." The manager introduced with his gaze fixed ahead.

Keith nodded despite knowing Mr. Sanderson couldn't see him, "Keith Thompson, at your service." He introduced dryly. He peeped over his shoulder watching from the corner of his eyes how two bulky men followed quietly with a safe distance between them.

Mr. Sanderson chuckled, "You made quite the scene, Mr. Thompson."

Keith's brow furrowed as he thought about what to say in response.

"I had quite the time watching you from my office," 

Keith found himself irritated with this blonde man. So Mr. Sanderson had been watching him the whole time yet stayed back and enjoyed his humiliation. They soon reached an elevator and the two guards stayed behind while Keith and Mr. Sanderson stood in front. The moment the elevator door closed Keith sighed deeply. Now that phase one was over, he felt a tiny bit of worry slip off and his mind filled once again with thoughts of his developed hatred against the Hockings family and it fueled his determination.

"I assumed you'd have a lot to say." 

Keith didn't miss the mockery in Mr. Sanderson's voice. 

"Although I do wonder how you could know about classified information like the top tier account which I'm certain no one  knows about." Mr. Sanderson spoke, folding his arm behind his back. 

Mr. Sanderson should be two inches taller than Keith allowing him to tower over him, especially since Mr. Sanderson was much larger in regards to body proportions and Mr. Sanderson couldn't be that old, probably in his late forties.

The elevator door pinged open and Mr. Sanderson stepped out first, "This way."

The journey to Mr. Sanderson's office was quiet and quick with Mr. Sanderson stealing glances at Keith. The office was large, bland, and organized. With the two guards positioned by the door, Mr. Sanderson crossed to the other side of the desk loosening his jacket buttons as he got seated.

"Have a seat, Mr. Thompson." 

Keith did so with haste, desperate to rest his tired legs, exhausted from all the earlier exercise. "Thank you"

There was an unsettling silence for about a minute, tension and question thick in the atmosphere, while Mr. Sanderson leaned forward to watch Keith closely through squirted eyes.

"If I may ask, how did you come across such classified especially knowledge of the top tier account, Mr. Thompson?" Mr. Sanderson's voice was harsh and now completely serious.

"I just need you to take me to the vault so I can…" 

Keith was cut short by Mr. Sanderson's humorless laughter. 

"You think just because you had somehow come across information about the top tier account you can just storm in here and lay claims on it. You are more delusional than I expected, Mr. Thompson." Mr. Sanderson said after he finished laughing.

Keith bit back his growl. Of course, it wouldn't be easy. What had he been expecting? Nothing ever came easy. 

"Look Mr. Sanderson I would appreciate it if we had this discussion later but now if you may, please assist me to the vault," Keith said, trying to sound as polite as possible.

For some reason what Keith said appeared to anger Mr. Sanderson because his once laughing face is replaced with a deep frown with his lips pressed into a hard firm line, his eyes sending dagger looks his way.

"Why on earth would I consider taking to the vault? Just because you are lucky enough to possess information that  only managers from generation and an already dead owner knew about gives you no right to storm in here and run your stupid mouth." Mr. Sanderson glared openly at him, reaching out to adjust his tie.

Keith gulped down nothing. Not sure how to explain how he came to know about the vault to Mr. Sanderson. He knew he didn't want to explain either all he needed to do was get to the vault.

"I promise you, Mr. Sanderson all this will be explained once I've gotten to the vault."

Mr. Sanderson's lips curled with disgust. "Who do you think you are? Have you seen yourself, Mr. Thompson? I suggest you take a quick reality check. The top tier couldn't possibly belong to someone like you, a low life so desperate that he lies to snatch up what could never be his even if he dreamt it " Mr Sanderson huffed, leaning back into his seat sparing Keith of his harsh scrutinizing gaze. 

Ouch, Keith thought. Mr. Sanderson's words were indeed harsh but he didn't take it personally. To be sincere, Keith didn't mind the insult for all he could think of was the vault he needed to get to.

"Consider yourself lucky that I acknowledged your presence and coped with your smelly ass this long. Get out of this place before I have my men escort you." Finality rang in Mr. Sanderson's voice.

"No, please you don't understand. I need to get to that vault."

Mr. Sanderson chuckled darkly, "I'm starting to believe it won't be long before unicorns flood the city if you can believe you own such an account. Men!" He called glancing behind Keith. "If I were you I'd settle down and plan my life instead of telling stupid lies." 

Pissed, Keith slammed his palm against the desk shooting up his feet. "I don't care if you believe or not Sanderson but I demand you take me to the vault. The least I deserve is an opportunity to prove this audacious claim of mine, don't I?"