Chapter 8: parents? Alive?

[Your real parents are alive]

“What?” Feeling weak in the knees, Donald slowly sat down, looking blank and feeling empty.

“They all said that my parents threw me away and left to enjoy their lives. I always considered myself to be an orphan despite having foster parents, now it turns out that my real parents are alive, what do I do with this?”

[You were stolen from your parents by the couple who came here. Mrs. Allison was a nurse in the hospital where you were born. After seeing how weak your mum was, she quickly took you and left the hospital.]

[Later on, she placed a call across and demanded so much money from them in exchange for you. They paid the little they could, but she didn't oblige. When they involved the police, she fled and never called again]

Regaining his composure, Donald suddenly asked, “where are my parents right now?”

[Oakland]

“Oakland?” Donald found it hard to believe that his parents were just a few kilometers away from him. Fate was too cruel for allowing him to suffer in the hands of the Allison's.

Beep! Beep!

“Sir, you have a meeting with the CEO of Tyler's group, after that, you have a meeting with the CEO of Phil store”

Donald quickly drove back to the office in a bid not to miss any of the meetings.

“Welcome Director, Donald, over to the boardroom.” The secretary accompanied him to the boardroom.

Donald paused halfway to the room as he felt extremely uneasy. On getting in, he was surprised to see Mr. Michael, sitting and patiently waiting for him.

“You're here already?”

“I'm time conscious”

“That's a good trait. We need to make the right decisions on time and be conscious of things that belong to us and things we don't own too”. Mr. Michael Keys grinned as he sipped his coffee.

{There's no way he wouldn't know what I am driving at. With these statements, you're supposed to understand things and quickly return it in a bid to avoid trouble}

“I agree with you, but you didn't come here to talk about time consciousness, no?"

Donald fired back, making the latter look dumb.

“In Tyler's group, we deal with hospitality and tourism management. We'd love to partner with your company. If we successfully sign the contract, your company would be our sole distributor of different costume for our tourists.”

“Nice offer, Mr. Michael, but we are currently rejecting offer's” Donald retorted 

The look on Mr. Michael's face changed drastically after hearing what Donald said.

“Why is that? A growing company needs more partners to thrive successfully in a global world".

“Wrong. We're not a growing company, and we don't need partners to thrive, rather, partners need us”

“Nice comeback from someone who just bought 90% shares of the Woods Consortium” Mr. Michael spoke with a hair-raising smile on his face before standing up.

“Right! Nice background check. It's obvious that you're keeping tabs with pounds and cloaks, is that how caring a partner you are?”

Donald fired back calmly, throwing the latter into a state of confusion. His little act had been blown out of proportion.

Finding his voice, Mr. Michael quickly replied, “sure, we're keeping tabs on the company, you and that bracelet on your wrist. That's how caring we are” 

Mr. Michael smirked and left the company. Donald tapped the table while staring into space.

“Greetings Director Donald”

Looking up, Donald was surprised to see a grey-haired man in his early fifties. Dressed in beige suits, black shoes crested with beautiful stones and a silver briefcase.

He wore a golden Patek Philippe Coutinho watch, as his sporting wave blended with his tanned skin, making him look extremely handsome.

“CEO Phil store?” Donald asked while looking into his eyes.

{A successful young man, Donald should have been this age and very successful too, if only that damned nurse hadn't made our lives this complicated}

“Yes Director Donald” Mr. Alfred replied happily.

“Seeing this flourishing company only shows how successful you are.”

“The company has to thrive for every one of us to survive. I see you want to partner with us, tell me, what's your line of business?”

“Phil store is a household name. We're the owners of KJ group, one of the hotel's in California, Alfredo's holdings, a robotic company, Everything Phil, a clothing line and also Alfred's Conglomerate, manufacturers of most gadgets used in California”

Mr. Alfred divulged to the surprise of Donald.

“That's a lot. A big company like yours, intending to partner with my meager brand? This is way too much. You'd be doing us a favor by partnering with us”

Donald acknowledged, looking thrilled. “As a lover of growth and success, I love fixing myself in places where success thrives. Pounds and Cloak is something I've been watching out for, and I'm convinced that I won't regret it”

“Rest assured, Mr. Alfred”

“Here's my card, call me whenever you're ready to facilitate things, we'll oblige. Thank you”

“Donald Alfred?” 

“Yes I am. I need to be somewhere at the moment. It was nice conversing with you”

Donald shook hands with him and hurried out.

****Oakland****

“A penny for your thoughts?” Mrs. Alfred spoke up as she gawked curiously at her husband, who had been lost in thoughts since he returned.

“I feel very uneasy. After meeting with Donald Alfred of Pounds and Cloak, many thoughts have crossed my mind. Not only is he the same age as our son, he also answers the same name”

Mr. Alfred analyzed, too scared to conclude immediately. “Should be a coincidence. That damn nurse hasn't shown up in years. I don't think he's our son.”

****Tyler group*****

“Such guts! Now he knows everything about the bracelet, there's no point putting up a facade when we both know what I want.”"

“Donald Alfred, you only got hold of that because of my carelessness, you're not permitted to unlock anything apart from wealth! I'll get back my bracelet and retain my wealth.”

“Even if it means killing you, I'd do that. Your company and everything that surrounds you would turn out bad until you do the right thing.”

[Master, you just unlocked]