2025-07-03 13:10:34Lena kicked a crate in the warehouse. “Marcus, you let Crane walk all over us!” she shouted.
Marcus just shrugged and shot a glare at Elias. “This rookie is the one who messed everything up.”
“I can help,” Elias said, stepping forward.
Lena gave him a doubtful look. “After everything that went wrong because of you, what could you possibly do now?”
Marcus scoffed. “You’re not a fixer, Kane.”
Just then, Elias’s scar tingled, and he heard his mother’s voice in his mind: “Keep going.”He clenched his fists, feeling a spark of determination.
Lena tossed him a silver, worn-out keycard. “Your mom left this. It’s connected to her past work.”
Elias caught it, turning it over in his hand. His heart was pounding. “What kind of work?”
Lena’s expression softened. “She owned KaneTech, the biggest tech company in Chicago.”
Mara’s penthouse was bright with lights, the Voss gala in full swing. Trent stood with Carla, grinning. “Elias is trash,” he said loudly. Mara frowned slightly, sipping her wine. Her new suitor, Victor Dray, rich and full of himself, laughed. “Your ex? A janitor dog?”
Elias stood at the edge of the gala, invited by Lena to listen in on the Voss family's plans. Dray’s words stung. “Mara’s moved up,” he said with a sneer, holding her close.
Mara looked at Elias, her face blank. “He’s nothing,” she said coldly.
Elias’s chest tightened, his scar itching. He wanted to speak up, but he stayed quiet, and listened to them.”
Dray went on, “Janitors don’t belong here, Mara.” The crowd laughed, their eyes turning to Elias, cutting him down with every glance.
Mara turned away, her heels clicking against the floor. Elias felt worthless, like nothing more than the dirt she saw him as. But then, his mom’s voice echoed in his mind: “You’re more.”
He tightened his grip on the keycard, determined to find out the truth. Lena gave him a quick nudge. “Let’s get out of here!”
Later, at a bank in Chicago, Elias handed the keycard to a teller. “Can you check this?” he asked.
The teller typed a few things, then suddenly gasped. “This account belongs to Amelia Kane. There’s $1.5 trillion dollars in it.”
He blinked, trying to process it. Wait... how much is the Prince of Saudi worth? Wasn’t it around $1.4 trillion?
His eyes widened. Does that mean… I’m richer than the Prince of Saudi? Overnight?
He shook his head, almost laughing. Nah… my ears must be messing with me.
Lena leaned in close and whispered, “Your mom built KaneTech into a huge company. This is all hers.”
Elias’s head spun. His mom… a trillionaire? He still felt like a nobody, but this changed everything. “Why me?” he asked.
“You’re her son,” Lena said. “Crane’s working with the Voss family, covering up their crimes. We need your help.”
Elias slowly nodded, feeling the weight of it all. The money wasn’t really his yet—but just knowing it existed gave him a spark of purpose. He had to find a way to use it.
Back at the gala, Mara sipped her drink, Dray at her side.
Carla leaned in and whispered, “Crane’s crew just hit our partner.”
Mara frowned. “It was Elias, wasn’t it?”
Dray laughed. “He’s a loser, Mara. Forget him.”
Mara stared down at her glass, the look in Elias’s eyes still stuck in her mind. He had looked hurt. “He wasn’t always like that,” she said quietly.
Dray rolled his eyes. “You’re too soft.”
Mara’s jaw tightened. Guilt crept in. “Maybe I judged him too quickly…”
Meanwhile, at the safehouse, Elias sat across from Lena, the keycard lying on the table between them.
“This account… it’s massive,” Elias said.
Lena nodded. “Your mom beat the Voss family at their own game. Crane’s just helping them cover it all up.”
Elias’s expression hardened. “Then I’ll expose them, and claim what's mine in the eyes of everyone.”
Lena leaned in. “What’s the plan?”
Elias tapped the keycard. “Track Crane’s deals. Find proof of the Voss bribes—whatever they’re hiding.”
Lena gave a small smirk. “You’re starting to think like her now.”
From the corner, Marcus scoffed. “Just don’t screw it up again.”
Elias ignored Marcus, his mom’s voice clear in his mind: “They don’t get to decide who you are.”
“I need proof,” he said.
Lena handed him a laptop. “Start with Crane’s bank records. They’re connected to the Voss family. Any huge illegal transaction could be a lead.”
Elias nodded, his fingers already moving as he began to search.
Meanwhile, Mara paced around her office while Carla sat at the desk.
“Crane’s dangerous,” Carla said. “If Elias is working with him…”
Mara cut her off quickly. “He’s not,” she said, her voice shaky. “He’s not that kind of person.”
Carla raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
Back at the safehouse, Elias stared at the screen as Crane’s records loaded.
“This transfer from a Voss front company—same week KaneTech lost it's biggest software contract,” Lena muttered. “Not proof, but it smells dirty.”
Elias’s scar burned. His mom’s company—ruined by them.
He had been embarrassed and cast aside, but now he had a purpose.
“I’ll make them pay,” he said.
Lena placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not doing this alone, Elias.”
He looked up at her, and for the first time, he felt her trust.
From the side, Marcus muttered, “Just don’t mess it up, rookie.”
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