2025-06-30 20:50:39The rain came down hard that morning, as if the sky itself was spitting on him.
Kai Everhart stood outside the café with soaked shoes, a crumpled résumé, and a stomach twisting with hunger.
A plastic bag barely shielded his only good shirt from the downpour. He had walked five miles to beg for a part-time dishwasher job that paid less than minimum wage. It was already filled.
The manager didn’t even look him in the eye. As he turned away, his phone vibrated, another message from his ex. "Are you still breathing, trash? Should’ve stayed in your lane."
His fingers tightened around the device until his knuckles went white. He didn’t reply.
What could he say? She had moved on with a man who wore Rolexes and drove a car that cost more than Kai’s entire block.
Last month, she dumped him in front of a crowd, calling him a "charity case with delusions of grandeur." People laughed. He didn’t sleep for three nights after.
He walked. No money for the bus. Just enough coins for a stale bun at the corner store.
By noon, he was back in his old neighborhood, where trash bags lined the curbs and opportunity came with a price no one could afford.
He stopped near the alley where he used to sleep when things were worse. An old man asked if he had spare change.
Kai gave him the last two coins in his pocket.
“Kindness will pay you back,” the old man rasped.
Kai just smiled weakly. “Let me know when.”
At 1:27 PM, the world stopped. Black SUVs. Five of them. All identical. They turned the corner like a synchronized beast and slowed beside him.
People stared. Windows tinted. Engines low and smooth like predators purring.
A man stepped out of the lead car. Tall. Immaculate suit. Polished shoes that didn’t dare touch the filth.
He walked up to Kai and gave a slight bow, not mockery, not sarcasm, but respect. “Mr. Everhart?”
Kai blinked. “Yeah?”
The man produced an envelope, thick, cream-colored, sealed in gold wax with an intricate emblem. “You are the named beneficiary of a private legacy. Your presence is requested immediately.”
Kai frowned. “A scam?”
“No, sir. Your identification has been verified. Your benefactor died last night. You are now the sole heir to Everhart Global Holdings.”
Kai almost laughed. He hadn’t eaten all day. He had no job, no hope, no family.
The last time someone offered him something, it was a con for a pyramid scheme. “You’ve got the wrong guy,” he said flatly.
But the man handed him a phone. A voice came through , calm, female, and direct. “Mr. Everhart. This is Executive Director Lin. We’ve been searching for you for years. Please get in the car.”
Click.
He looked at the vehicle. Inside, leather seats. A tablet displaying his name. Bottled water. Air conditioning.
His stomach growled. His mind screamed scam. His heart whispered destiny. He got in.
By 2:15 PM, he was flying down the freeway in a convoy of luxury.
The man beside him , “Mr. Thorne” , explained without blinking: “Your grandfather, Lucian Everhart, passed away last night. His instructions were sealed. He left everything to you , the corporation, assets, holdings, private properties, shares, and liquid funds. You are now one of the wealthiest individuals alive.”
Kai laughed. “I didn’t even know my grandfather.”
“He knew you.”
Thorne handed him a dossier. Inside were photos. Of Kai as a child. At school. On the street. Watching from afar.
Tears pricked his eyes, but he blinked them away. “I’m dreaming,” he muttered.
“You’re waking up, sir.”
By 3:00 PM, the gates opened. A private mansion, no, a palace, overlooking the coast, glass and steel and silence.
As he stepped out, servants bowed. The front doors swung open without a touch.
He was handed keys. To this house. To everything.
By 3:15 PM, his old phone buzzed. His ex, "Can we talk?"
His boss, "Hey... about that job... come back anytime. Actually, I was wondering if you'd be interested in a management position."
His uncle, "Kai, family is forever. Let’s talk soon." He stared at the messages.
Then dropped the phone in the koi pond. He stood on the balcony, wind in his face, staring at the sea.
They threw coins at him like a beggar. Now? He could buy the building they worked in and tear it down just for fun. But revenge could wait. He was still hungry, and now… he could feast.
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