The Heir's Revenge

Chapter 7: Enough!

The mirror he stood before barely recognized him.

The man who stared back wasn’t the same Lawrence stiff who once stood under the rain watching his dignity wash off him.

Now he wore it.

The tailors studio smelled of wealth and fine fabric, with quiet classical music dancing in the air of the studio.

The suit wrapped around him like armor, tailored perfectly to his frame, black with a faint graphite sheen.

It was only one of the three in the whole world, hand stitched in Italy, and priced higher than the tailor studio itself.

He bought two.

Because he could.

“Very impeccable taste indeed sir,” the tailor said, adjusting his cufflinks.

“Mr Lance himself used to order from this line before he passed. Rest his soul. It’s a statement of absolute authority.”

Lawrence gave a brief nod, satisfied with what he sees and feels. “Authority is exactly what I need.”

When he stepped out of the fitting area, eyes followed him. People moved out of his way without even being asked to, a ripple of respect trailing behind him.

Kent pulled out the gold card that was presented to him on their ride here and swiped it, without even flinching. Lawrence adjusted his tie in the mirrored wall.

The world looked different from his eyes now, not because he’d changed, but because he finally looked the part.

“Sir, I’ll have this transported to your estate now.” Kent said, walking out of the tailor’s studio.

Lawrence was about to leave when he collided with someone at the doorway.

“Watch where you’re—“ the man snapped, stopping mid sentence.

Lawrence turned his tone slightly quiet.

“Excuse me.”

That voice.

Jordan froze.

Rebecca’s rich ex. The man her parents preferred. The one who promised to “save” the family business by merging it with his own company.

At first Jordan didn’t recognize him. The expensive suit, the composure, the calm authority, it didn’t fit the picture of the man he used to mock.

But then it clicked.

His expression immediately twisted to disbelief and then scorn.

“You!” He barked, walking towards Lawrence to get a closer look and confirm his suspicions.

“Wait….Lawrence?” He grinned.

“I travelled to Zurich to get an expensive gift for Rebecca’s father but now I’m about to give him serious entertaining news too.” He chuckled.

“No way. What, did you steal that suit from someone’s rack?” he let out a laugh, loud enough for others to hear, which grabbed their attention.

Heads turned. Lawrence adjusted his cuffs., not even sparing him a single glance.

“How did you even get here? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping in the back of your car? Miserable and broken?” He mocked.

“And how did you afford a plane ticket?” He moved closer to Lawrence, eyeing the suit suspiciously, and then he realized the suit.

He gasped.

“Isn’t this the carefully crafted hand stitched suit directly from Italy?” He said slowly circling Lawrence like a vulture about to devour a carcass.

“There are only three in the whole world. How on earth did you get this? You thief.”

He looked around, he saw people bringing out their phone to record the scene and he smiled.

“Security!” Jordan barked suddenly. “There’s a thief in here! This man–he’s broke, he isn’t even supposed to be here. I know him! He is supposed to be sleeping in his car, he couldn’t even afford a pin! Much less a suit worth millions. Arrest him!”

Whispers started. People looked.

Lawrence didn’t flinch or move, he just stood quietly, eyes steady on Jordan and his smug face.

“Jordan, you should lower your voice. This isn’t your living room, or the Edward’s driveway.” He warned.

Jordan’s laugh came out nervous and mocking. “Oh come on! You really think putting on a suit makes you a man? You’re a fraud, Lawrence. You’ve always been—“

“Enough.”

The single word of command silenced the air around them.

Lawrence’s tone was calm but it carried so much weight.

He leaned in slightly.

“You’re embarrassing yourself, walk away before you make it worse for yourself.”

Jordan scoffed, gesturing towards the security now approaching them. “Finally, it took you guys long enough.” He then turned back to Lawrence.

“Let’s see how you talk when they—hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The guards didn’t stop at Lawrence.

They stopped at him.

The store manager hurried forward, bowing slightly to Lawrence.

“Mr stiff, our sincerest apologies for this….” He turned to Jordan, throwing him a dirty look. “….disturbance. We didn’t expect such confusion.”

Jordan’s eyes widened. “Mr stiff?! You can’t be serious right now!”

He tried to move forward but is grabbed by the guards immediately.

“Security,” the manager said firmly, signaling the guards, “remove this man from the premises immediately. And ensure that he is never to step foot in here or any of our branches all over the world.”

Jordan’s voice rose as they dragged him out. “How dare you! Do you know who I am?! I am a regular client! He’s a nobody–he’s—he’s a mere useless good for nothing son-in-law—“

Lawrence adjusted his cufflinks again, watching calmly as Jordan was being dragged out of the studio and humiliated.

He didn’t bother replying to any of the nonsense he poured out.

As the glass doors closed behind Jordan, Lawrence saw as his usual smug face was replaced with that of shame and disgrace.

Lawrence caused his own reflection on the glass, the faint smirk playing on his lips.

Power. It looked good on him. He thought.

Kent returned surprised at the events that just played out.

“Sir is everything all right? Were you attacked?”

Lawrence chuckled. “Oh no it’s fine, nothing I couldn’t handle. Are we set to go now?”

“Ah yes, everything’s ready.”

The manager returned bowing again. “Please forgive the scene sir, it won’t happen again I assure you. Would you like us to send a complimentary gift, as a token of our sincerest and deepest apologies?”

“No, it’s fine. I actually enjoyed the scene.” Lawrence said evenly.

The manager stared in confusion but didn’t ask any questions.

Lawrence turned to leave, his hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed.

Outside the window was cool, the world buzzing faintly with traffic and chatter.

But inside him something had shifted.

That scene, the moment, the look on Jordan’s face. Everything led to a spark.

The first spark.

As he stepped into the car he looked at the confident man in the mirror staring right back at him one more time.

It’s time I start my revenge. He thought to himself.