A Well Deserved Recognition

Greg shook his head. He was not going to believe whatever the man was saying to him. He believed that people deserved second chances including people like Damien.

"Are you still in pain?" the man asked.

"No I am not. I can feel my body helping me get rid of the pain."

"Don't act like a superhero. If you're in pain let me know so I'll call the hospital and have you checked."

"I'm fine," the heir said stubbornly to his feet. He was not going to be called weak.

The butler smiled at the man before opening the cubicle as the loud music increased.

The two walked up a stair to get into an elevator which the butler pushed a button and they started going down.

They arrived as the elevator opened which had them walking out of it.

Greg noticed that the underground floor was even more massive than the upper floors. 

The intricate design for every single furniture, walls, ceiling, chandelier and bars was evident enough to tell him that this place was for the rich who could spend a million dollars in a second and not feel it.

He looked around in awe as his mind wondered how someone could be this rich.

'Are these chandeliers made of pure gold?' he thought to himself, holding himself from touching anything. 'This place is really nice, everything is so different. The folks here must be fucking rich…"

"Sir," the butler called him out of his thought as he looked around to see the butler standing behind him. "Where are you going?"

Greg looked in front of him to find that he had been going to a different place from the butler.

"I'm sorry, I spaced out a bit."

"It's fine. Also, don't get too distracted now, you own this entire place. Since you're the master of this place it means you have all the time in the world to access everything. For now we need to make haste so we can reach Sir Hudson. We've wasted enough time."

This surprised the heir as he tried to compose himself, failing on countless occasions as they arrived at a large gold door.

"Here we go," the butler smiled before opening the door to a room which was very large. It looked like a conference room for board meetings and such. Everything inside was luxurious and spelled wealth. 

A long table laid in the middle of the room which looked like it was made out of the rarest oakwood on the planet. More than twenty chairs were stacked on each side of the table with the same luxurious painting and drawing of the table. 

He squinted at some initials written to find them with an 'H' which he deduced to mean Hudson. This entire place was either his uncle's or his as the butler had earlier stated.

Looking around the room, Greg could find multiple people seated around the table. They were mostly his age grades and their suits were expensive to say the least.

He looked down at his clothing wishing the ground would open and swallow him as he was dirty. The clothes had already been a mess and Damien pushing him to the ground and kicking him only made him dirtier.

But while he had his mind occupied with a lot of things everyone seated stood to their feet and bowed in synchronized fashion.

He looked up in astonishment at what was going on, looking behind him to make sure there was no one there.

"What is going on?" he whispered to the butler who smiled at him.

"Fear not young master," the old man smiled. "The ceremony is for you."

They looked up and clapped, shouting at the top of their lungs and hailing him with cheers.

This was the first time he was having cheers like this and it made him tear up which he cleaned off immediately.

The words of the butler came to him again to not show weakness and that was the new rule he was ready to stick by.

Greg tried to keep his breath steady but failed on and on. This had him wondering how it was possible that he would be respected like this. Was this a dream? Yes, this had to be a dream.

He was still asleep to have to wake up in a world where he was respected.

He pinched himself, wincing in pain to notice that this was as real as it got. Everything was real. He was the one they were respecting. He was the one they were bowing to.

They all looked like amazing people. They looked like wealth and power and he could tell he did not fit in there.

He was the odd one out of the group due to how he was dressed and the wounds he had sustained from earlier.

"What are they waiting for?" Greg asked Carl, confused at why they had stopped cheering him and were waiting patiently for him to do or say something.

"You need to sit down, young master," the butler replied. "You're the master here and this is your whole domain so there is no need to fear. We have your back."

"We?" he raised a brow as the old man pointed to the door. There at the door stood more than six hefty men with their eyes focused on him. They were dressed in security outfits with the initial 'H' on their chest.

"Yes, let us get to your seat."

The old man led the young heir to the head seat at the conference table where he sat. Everyone waited patiently until he was comfortable before sitting into their own seats.

He chuckled lightly at the actions they had performed. This was straight out of a movie scene. What the heck was going on?

"Welcome boss," someone greeted getting a smile out of him. 'Boss', he could get used to that title.

"Now, shall we carry on with the agenda for the day?" the butler ordered.