ch 23- Ringside

Rabon Fooz's POV-

I have to reach the office by eight. You would ask me what type of fucked up job I do. Nothing of much merit if I am being honest. I wanted to live a simple life after going through childhood with a single mom. Money was the goal and now I have reached it. But I don't work any nine to five job like my mother would have wanted me to.

I joined the Garden at the young age of fifteen. I lied to my mother that I got a scholarship for a school and went to training in the garden premises. I was not very good at fighting but physical training was loved for me. I had genes for a good body type. But there was one more thing that I was blessed with and that was social skills. For a child to survive with no good backing skills he has to learn how to talk and negotiate.

Impressed by my vocabulary skills, the previous Head of Garden took me in and became my godfather. Now money wasn't the problem I told mom that I was backed by someone and now we can live without any worries. For two years I was personally trained by an old man who was on the verge of dying. He was a pitiful old man with no family and friends. The only person in his large mansion was a caretaker. In the garden of his house was a grave, his name written on it. He made a grave for himself even before he died. He was a peculiar old man.

But the two years I stayed there I got the love of my father I always craved for and in his remaining days, I felt the pain of someone close to me dying. In his dying moments, he gave me a letter of recommendation and asked me to go into the headquarters after his death. I complied with his request and was together with him until his last breath. We buried him in the grave and then I went home to see mother.

The next day when I went back to his mansion everything was gone. The mansion was still there but it was empty, the rooms, kitchen, hallway everything. But what shocked me most was that even the grave outside was gone. It was weirdly chilling, the caretaker was also gone. This was out of this world but I had to go to the office as I was called as the disciple of the old man.

When I got there I was invited by the then-current head to his office. Why did the head call for me? Was it something related to the old man? When I entered the room I was a bit shocked. The image of head I had in my mind was that he would be a stern old brooding man with razor-sharp eyes but I was completely fooled by my imagination. The man in front of me was a man in his forties with compassionate eyes and amiable eyes.

"So you are here, Rabon "Judge" Fooz," he said in a calming yet strong voice.

"Yes sir, my name is Rabon Fooz. I think you are mistaken about the judge part." I said to him with a straight face.

"You will get that part in the future too. Don't worry. Let's get to the spicy stuff." he said with a light chuckle.

"Did that old man give you a letter?" he asked. I nodded and handed him the letter in my pocket. He opened the letter and his smile grew bigger.

"Looks like you are the new owner of the mansion kid.....And a new job too," he said giving me the letter back. I looked at the letter to see what was written, but it was empty.

"What do you mean by the mansion is mine?" I asked him.

"Don't sweat about little things." he dismissed it with a flick of his hand.

"And what about the job?" I asked the head enthusiastically.

"That old man asked me for a favor to get you into the financial department but I quite believe that you will suit somewhere else," he said while thinking deeply. But where the hell was that written, the note was empty.

"So what did you assign me to, Sir?" I asked.

"Hmm, I have a son and two daughters. My son and elder daughter have matured enough so they won't need your help. But my youngest is a bit of a lost cause. I want you to be her personal assistant from now on. "