Mr Smith

"Who are you? And why should I follow you anywhere?" Logan asked, feeling reluctant to follow a stranger he had just met a couple of hours ago.

The man smiled and gently approached him, bowing again courteously, he lifted his gaze at Logan with a smile and said, 

"Where are my manners? Forgive me, young master, my name is Jensen Danvers", "Now, please we must hurry. I fear I am not as young and agile as you are. The cold isn't good for a man my age" the man said with a wry smile

Still, Logan was not satisfied with the information he got from him, if he was going to follow him, he needed more than just a name.

Seeing his hesitation, the man repeated

"Please Master Smith, we must go now" 

Immediately, Logan's eyes widened in shock as the man addressed him by his family's name, especially as no one knew him by that name. His curiosity grew as he surmised that whoever this man was, he knew of his past.

The man was right, the temperature outside was getting too cold, and he too, would welcome a warm shelter.

Reluctantly and full of apprehension, he stepped forward and followed the man to the car and they were off.

Shortly after, they approached the steel gates of what Logan could make out was a grand villa.

It was still dark out and he could not really have a clear view, but as the drivers drew nearer to the gate, the towering lights revealed a magnificent view of an estate to him.

Instantly, he gaped in astonishment and shifted his gaze to the man, puzzled.

Who exactly was he sitting next to? He wondered. 

This building alone should have been worth at least $500 million.

When the driver pulled the car over, the man bade Logan off and instructed his butler to get him settled in his room for the night.

As Logan tried to settle in the room, his mind kept pondering just who exactly he was brought here to meet.

He could recall the man's statement vividly,

"Come we've been waiting for you",

His mind drifted to many possibilities, but then the vibration of his phone in his pocket snapped him back to reality.

Logan lifted the phone into view and saw the caller ID, immediately he could feel his anger burning within him as he recalled what had led him to this place and moment, upon seeing his ex-wife's name pop up on his screen.

'Why is she calling me?' Logan pondered, but the more he stared at the screen, the angrier he felt about being betrayed.

The phone rang and ended, and then another call entered his phone again.

Logan groaned in frustration and put the phone in flight mode, after the evening he had, he knew only one thing could clear his mind and with that, he walked towards the mini-fridge in the room and opened it.

"Great" he muttered as he found a bottle of wine.

****

The next morning, Logan awoke gazing at his surroundings. Immediately he jumped off the bed, in shock, unable to recognize where he was, looking around the big beautiful luxurious room, 

The night before seemed like a blur, after he had drunk himself to sleep.

Just then the door opened, and a middle-aged man walked into the room.

Immediately Logan saw him, the memories from the previous night started to return, he remembered he had stormed out of the house and met this mysterious man for the second time on the road.

'He knew my real name' Logan thought pacing around the room, ruffling his hair, unsettled.

The man walked over and took a seat on the chair in the room, observing Logan as he paced around frantically. A smile plastered on his face,

"Please try and remain calm Young master" the man called and immediately Logan sneered at him

"Why do you keep calling me that?!", "How do you know my real name?", "Who the hell are you?!" He bellowed

Gazing at Logan for a few seconds, the man took a deep sigh and stood up

"I worked for your grandfather Mr. Neil Smith" the man stated and Logan's eyes widened in shock

"I'm afraid I have terrible news," he said with a dramatic pause, increasing Logan's curiosity 

"Your grandfather passed away a few days ago, which is why I'm here" he added.

Upon hearing this, Logan felt as if his heart had stopped numerous times. The room suddenly became claustrophobic, as his head spun at the weight of the news.

After a long while of silence, he finally looked up with a sullen face,

"How did this happen?", Logan asked as he mourned the death of the man who practically raised him after the death of his parents.

"Your grandfather had been sick for a long time sir, your uncle instructed me to personally deliver this to you" The man approached Logan and handed him a stack of files.

Logan held the papers for a moment, trying to compose himself. 

His grandfather was the owner of the Neilman Company, a multibillion-dollar company that had branches in all parts of the world

Logan actually came from a respectable home, his family was ranked as the number one richest family in Globerville, filled with rich politicians, CEOs, businessmen, and tech gurus. 

Logan's family was the one percent that ruled the top one percent of the country. They had multibillion-dollar companies to their names and were not just wealthy, but very influential with ties that went deep into the roots of the country and the man in control of all of that wealth and power was his grandfather.

"Young master" Jensen called again, breaking Logan out of his trance 

"I'm sorry we're meeting under such grieving circumstances, but your grandfather had one final wish," the man said as Logan finally opened the folder, slowly scanned through the files and saw documents, that willed his grandfather's fortune to him.

He felt a surge of emotions, not certain how exactly to feel, on one hand, he was happy that his suffering had come to an end, on the other, his grandfather's death was still making him unsettled.

"As of this moment young master Logan, you are the sole heir of everything your grandfather owned. His dying wishes were that you'd return and claim all of his fortune". Jensen said

Just then, there was a knock on the door and a lady walked in, breaking Logan's attention.