The Ordained Heir

Chapter Four

In surprise, Alexander looked back, expecting to find someone else behind him, surely he couldn't be the one all the hefty men were bowing to. "Me?" Alexander asked, still shocked at the turn of events.

The old man turned to one of them and slapped them across the face soundly. The man knelt immediately and asked for pardon. Alexander couldn't understand what was happening.

"Please pardon them, young master, they will be punished for their misdeeds," the old man said, bowing respectfully.

Alexander didn't even know what he was talking about but he nodded, glad to be released and now apparently in authority. The old man asked the thugs to leave them at once and they all hurried away. "I'm sorry, young master, but it hasn't been an easy task finding you," he said.

"Who are you?" Alexander asked the burning question in his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen the old man before, but he couldn't quite recall where or when.

"I'm sure you can't recall me, it's been many years since I last saw you, master, you're all grown up now." The old man said, a soft and endearing smile on his face.

Alexander shook his head, "Master?" He asked, he couldn't make sense of all that was happening since the man arrived. One minute he believed he was being abducted and now it was even more confusing.

"Yes, you're the young master of the Sean empire," the old man said solemnly. Alexander laughed, he looked around the large mansion and then snorted. There was no way he was the same they wanted.

"You have me mixed with someone else, I'm sorry, but I'm not the man you're looking for," he said and rose from the small chair that the thugs had placed him.

"I can't be mistaken, I've spent twenty years watching over you, making sure that you're safe, surely, I can't be mistaken," the old man said, frowning.

Alexander shook his head again, he didn't know what else to say. There was no way he was a master, not when he was struggling to pay his bills and had even lost his wife because he wasn't living up to expectation. He had nothing and he knew it.

"You are Alexander Sean, aren't you?" The old man asked and Alexander shook his head. He sighed in relief as he realized that he'd indeed been wrong, the man had mistaken him and it was all a big mix up.

"Nope, my name is Alexander Thomas, not Sean, and there's no way I'm some...grand master, this is all a big mistake and you should just let me go," he reasoned.

The old man sighed, "Your name is Alexander Thomas Sean, I had to make sure you remained hidden for all these years, this is why i took away the Sean name, to make sure our enemies didn't discover you, but now, it's time for you to take over everything that belongs to you," he said, nodding as Alexander looked at him quizzically. "Please come with me, you shouldn't be outside your own home, I'll tell you everything over lunch," he said and led him inside the house.

If Alexander thought the building was magnificent, then he wasn't ready for the grandeur he discovered inside the mansion. There was a towering pool in what looked like the lobby of the house. Two gold statues stood by the left and right and a large double door at the center. The old man took him through the door and they walked into the largest dining room he'd seen in his whole life. It was larger than a restaurant, two large round tables sat and three chairs surrounding each table.

"Welcome to the grand master's home, please, have lunch, I've had your favorite breakfast prepared, burritos and pulled pork," he said with a smile.

Alexander was surprised, "How did you know that?" He asked and the man smiled. "Because I know you, master Alexander, I've known you since you were a child," he replied.

Shocked, he couldn't help but take the seat that the old man offered and place the napkin on his legs just like he did. Shortly, a maid came with a large tray and placed it on the table, asking if there was anything else he needed.

"No," Alex replied weakly, he was already overwhelmed. "Are you sure? I can have the chef make whatever you want in a blink," the old man said, but Alex assured him that he was okay. The food already looked like a feast, the best he'd seen in a a very long time.

"Who are you?" Alexander asked, he still couldn't shake the feeling that he knew the old man. Although the story of him being some grandmaster was absurd, he couldn't dispute the fact that the old man was oddly familiar.

"Pardon my manners, young master, My name is Pa Harry, I have been your family butler for as long as you were born," he replied with a bow.

Alexander looked at him, he could vaguely recall the name like an old dish from his past. Pa Harry. He could see the plump face of his friendly butler, that man looked nothing like the one seated before him - or so he believed. Because as he looked closer, he could see the same brown eyes and tight smile, the same receding hairline, the same commanding voice. Alexander gasped, he indeed knew the old man, he was his old butler from when he was as a child. The memories seemed far off, from when he hadn't lost his entire family. "Where have you been all this while? I thought you died," Alexander said, staring at him in disbelief.

"No master, I was in hiding because our enemies were becoming too powerful and there was no way you could have handled them as a boy, but now, you're grown up and I have unlocked your inheritance," he explained calmly, " Now you must come and reclaim your rightful place as the grand master of the Sean empire."