The Killswitch; Return of the True Heir

The meeting

Cassiel typed away furiously on his laptop, going through several papers littered on his desk, it was quite late and every other person had closed besides him and his assistant.

A knock came upon the door and someone opened and walked in.

" Sir, you might want to see this ." He dropped a pile of documents on the table and took the one at the top and showed him. Cassiel's face hardened when he saw what was written on it. The front page of the document read the loan agreement.

" Darcy call this number," he said, pushing his laptop to Darcy and taking the document and drinking in its content.

He spent another one hour in the office before he left the office, his assistant leaving thirty minutes before him because he had instructed him to go. He left the building and into his car and drove home.

Everyone was asleep, he went into his room and crashed on his bed straight away and slept off.

The next morning.

He woke up with a startle. He had overslept a bit. He hurried into the bathroom and stopped at the facet, turning it on and splashed water on his face, wetting his hair a bit and then he stared at the mirror, his eyes looked sunken with dark circles, he had a proper sleep in days. There was a scar beneath his left eye and another across the left side of his lips. He took his bath and went down stairs, three people were already seated eating in the dinning, the girl sat chatting endlessly to a woman with piercing green eyes like him, two wrinkles formed on each side of her cheek from how much she smiled at the girl as she chatted. The man who was seated had a few streaks of grey peeking out from his jet black hair, he was in a blue shirt and white khaki, he looked like he was about to go golfing or something related to that at the very least.

There was another plate with an empty seat. Cassiel sat on it, the honey dripped pancakes stared right at him.

No one had acknowledged him when he got there. But it didn't look like anything was new to him.

" Good morning father," he greeted, the man gave him a grunt in response, not taking his eyes away from his meal.

" Lady Fran, Sariah, lovely day isn't it?" The girl, Sariah, shot him a glare. " So as I was saying, mom you wouldn't believe what happened next..." she continued her conversation, Lady Fran paid no attention to him.

Cassiel concentrated on his food, this was new to him at all, this was his daily routine for years now.

After a few minutes, his dad, Mr Dwayne picked up his buzzing phone.

" Charles, haha, I'll be there in a few just rounding up breakfast, " he spoke to the person on the other side of the phone. " See you there bye" he hung up the phone.

" Um father?"

" What ?"

" Well there's a meeting in the company today, the one I told you about three days ago." He said.

" Well I'm sure you can handle it son, as you can see I'm about to get myself busy with something. " He responded

" But your presence is highly expected...you're the chairman. "

" Are you saying I cancel the plans I have for a measly meeting?" His face twisting into a frown.

" We-well no fath-"

" Then stop bothering me with that I'm leaving ," he pushed the plate backwards.

" Daddy you promised to take my shopping today," Sariah whined.

" I'm sorry sweetie I'll make it up today you later, I'll send you money as I'm leaving okay? "

She pouted, " Okay dadyy." Then she latched unto her mom's arm.

He stood up the chair making a sound as it went back, Cassiel was still seated on the chair staring at his cold breakfast he had barely eaten. He looked paler than usual beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

His father slowed down close to him and placed his hand on his shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. " Do well son." He said before leaving.

Cassiel stood abruptly, his plate clattering loudly drawing the attention of the mother and daughter pair to him.

" So-sorry." He blurted.

Sariah hissed loudly and turned back to her mother showing her something on her phone.

He walked away from them heading back upstairs, his vision turning black for a second, causing him to stumble, but he held himself before he could fall down completely.

" Are you alright son?"

Cassiel felt the hair on his neck rise, " I'm fine, just feeling a bit tired."

He bolted up the stairs before he could receive a response. Opened his door and closed himself inside his room. He felt a rush of cold sweep through his body, then slowly brought his hands to his face, they were shaking slightly. He clenched them and tugged his cloth over his head pulling it clean before folding it carefully and placing it on the bed and walked to the mirror that stood beside his window. His figure was tall and lanky, with long limbs that made him seem almost fragile at first glance. Lean muscles stretched beneath his skin to his V line which was quite prominent , the kind earned from relentless training. His figure was strong but lean such that when he put on clothes he looked nothing muscular, but his pale skin was an entirely different topic. His skin was so oddly pale, he had dark circles as evidence of his sleepless nights, with sharp cheek bones that gave him a gaunt appearance.

He turned his back, his neck turning sideways to face the mirror, his back was ridden with several scars, they looked like whip lashes. He took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping with resignation. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

" Darcy push the meeting to hours later, I have something to deal with at the moment." He informed Darcy.

" Okay sir, I'll do that right away." And the line went dead.

He made his way to the bed with a heavy head, before he could get to the bed the room turned upside down and his vision went blank and he collapsed on the floor, his left hand stretched out towards the bed.

For the next one hour he stayed in that position without moving a single muscle, before he stirred awake. He went into the bathroom taking a shower before getting ready to head to work, from the way he acted it didn't look like anything new to him.

As he headed out of the house, he got another call.

" Sir, almost everyone is here." Darcy said.

" Good, I'll be there just in time."

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