When I Got My Senses Back

Chapter XIII: The Secretary - Noah Walker.

The man in the suit stood with his hands at his sides, bowing deeply to Reginald like he’d just found a lost treasure.

Reginald blinked. The guy looked familiar, yet… he couldn’t place him.

“You know me?” Reginald asked skeptically.

“Yes, Young Master Belmont,” the man said without hesitation. “The Belmont family business is not in a good state right now. And I’m more than grateful that Mr. Caesar brought me to you.”

Caesar?

The name made Reginald lift his eyes, and sure enough there he was. Caesar, in a crisp navy-blue suit, stepped out of the other car with his usual calm swagger. He was an older man who had a family but he was still a cool, chill dude. He waved once, casually, like he hadn’t just brought a strange man to him.

Reginald’s shoulders eased slightly. He trusted that Caesar would never endanger him. “What’s your name?” he asked the man in the suit.

The man gestured toward the car, leading him toward it with professional ease. Reginald followed.

“I’m your secretary, young master Belmont. Noah Walker. Mr. Caesar said you were looking for me. Turns out… I was looking for you too.”

With a soft thud, the door shut, and the black Audi peeled off into the street. The white BMW followed right behind, leaving the towering Alexander family headquarters in the dust.

Eventually, the car stopped and Reginald was standing before a glacier-gray skyscraper labeled Big Belmont Shipping Lines.

He stepped out slowly, his breath catching in his throat. He knew the Belmont family had a shipping empire, but this? This was something else.

“Is this…” Reginald asked, turning to Noah with wide eyes, “...the whole building of the Belmont family business?”

He remembered the docks; the container yards, the big cargo ships groaning under metal and sea salt. He’d been there once or twice. But this? This was different. This was the brain. The command center. The place where deals were sealed, where people counted millions and signed off billions.

Noah nodded. “Yes, Young Master Belmont. And the entire building belongs to you.”

Reginald scoffed, almost laughing. “You can’t just say that like my dad isn’t the CEO.”

But when they stepped inside, all laughter died. The moment they entered the lobby, every staff member froze. Papers, keyboards, conversations… everything stopped. One by one, they stood and bowed.

“Greetings, boss.”

Reginald stood there, absorbing their voices. It felt different here. Different from Christine’s world, where he was nothing but a breathing inconvenience. These people? They treated him like gravity.

Still, one question dug into him. Why the hell were they calling him boss?

What happened to his father? Or his grandfather? Honestly, he hadn’t asked after them. They hadn’t asked after him either. No one from that side had come for him, not when he was being treated like shit by Christine, not after he recovered his sanity. They gave him away like some spare heir to a stone-hearted woman like he was worth barely a million.

He followed Noah into the elevator, rising all the way to the top floor.

He expected to see his father. Or his grandfather. Those were the men in charge. But when the doors opened… Chaos.

Phones rang off the hook. Assistants ran back and forth, hands full of papers. Desperation filled the room like smoke.

“I’m sorry, our boss will be here soon, we’ll get back to you as soon as possible!”

“Could you check if the shipping date can be postponed? We have no official head right now. We can’t guarantee those goods will make it through customs safely!”

“I’m really sorry, truly sorry,.please bear with us!”

Reginald stepped into the office that was totally in disarray. He was silent and stunned. What was happening to the family business company?!

When they heard the office doors swung open, the chaos paused for a moment and then turned into something else entirely. All heads turned as Noah stepped in, Reginald at his side.

Gasps followed. Some covered their mouths. A few looked ready to cry. "Boss, you're finally here!" They yelled.

Reginald froze. “Wait… what? No… I'm not….” He raised both hands, trying to stop the misunderstanding before it snowballed. But it was already too late.

Phones were out and the staff began calling clients left and right. “Yes, yes! Our boss is back, and we’ll finalize the shipping schedules immediately! Stocks can be moved by the end of the week!”

Reginald looked around in disbelief. “What the hell are you all talking about?! What is going on?!”

Boss? Back? Him?

He’d never handled a day of this business in his life before. Ever.

Noah stepped beside him and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Young Master Belmont… your father left a will. He passed the entire family business to you before he died along with your grandfather and grandmother. All three died offshore.”

Reginald's world tilted. “What?”

He spun toward Caesar, who stood silently near the glass wall with his head bowed.

“You knew?” Reginald demanded. “You knew and never told me?”

Caesar finally raised his eyes. “Lord Reginald… they died six years ago.”