9. Confrontation (1)

It was pretty late in the day when I woke up after the incident. I didn't have an idea for how long I passed out. I had a week left before I need to enter it again. I noticed an email but figured it wouldn't be that important and went to bed.

The next day arrived faster than later. I opened the email that I didn't check the previous day and realized it was urgent. It was from the old man, informing me that it's about time that I decide what the incident is about and we will be resolving it. I knew that I needed to come up with a plan to address how exactly we will be solving this problem.

Looks like, the old man is getting impatient or either suspicious about me. He has the solution to his incident so I guess he wants to resolve it as soon as possible. He isn't the person who would procrastinate on something that would lead to his losses.

I knew that I couldn't ignore the email any longer. It's already many hours past the time the email had arrived. Ignoring it would mean that I wouldn't uphold my side of the contract.

I had to face the man and tell him what I knew about. I replied to the email, letting him know that I was ready to meet him and discuss the matter.

The old man suggested that we will meet at his office the following day, and I agreed. It's not like I had anything to do. I went to my part-time job and spent the day as usual. I spent the rest of the day trying to prepare myself for what I wanted to discuss with him. I didn't want to be suspicious or give unnecessary details to him that will allow him to resolve the incident by himself.

After all, he was able to solve this situation without needing any help albeit taking a bit more time. It's better to be careful than usual when dealing with the old man.

Time flew past quickly. The next day, I finished my shift at my part-time job and departed to get ready to meet. I got ready for the meeting and departed to the location mentioned in the email for the pick-up point. I arrived at the agreed-upon location as he mentioned and there was a limousine waiting for me.

The car was a pristine white color and shone brightly in the sunset. The body of the limousine was exuding in an air of extravagance. The windows were tinted allowing me to catch only a glimpse of the interior.

I could make out the plush leather seats and sparkling chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It was obvious that no expense was wasted in making such a masterpiece.

The head butler, dressed impeccably in his suit, emerged from the driver's seat and opened the door for me, gesturing me to take a seat. It was the first time that I ever sat it in. Even though it belongs to my family, only those who have proven their talent and worth can use the wealth of the family to make things easier. The old man did allow the use of his wealth as long as you proved your worth and the things he would do to nurture that talent were insane.

As I settled into the comfortable cushions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. It was an honor to be able to use such a masterpiece, knowing that only those who had proved their talent and worth were allowed to benefit from the family's wealth. I composed myself that this wasn't the time to enjoy things like this and needed to focus on the meeting at hand.

It's ironic how people tend to seek your help when they require it, but as soon as they realize that you no longer have what they need, they abandon you. I collected my thoughts of what I planned to talk about from the day before while we reach the destination. Once we reached the place, the butler opened the car door for me, and I stepped out, feeling a little nervous but also determined.

I didn't expect to come back here this soon but looks like the old man is desperate about solving this incident. As I entered the building the butler led me to a waiting room to ensure that the old man was ready for the meeting.

I hoped that I wouldn't meet anyone while I was waiting till the butler came back. Just as I expected, it was a bit awkward waiting alone in the room. I found myself fidgeting with my phone and checking the time, trying to stay occupied while I waited.

However, as I waited, I also took the opportunity to reflect on the upcoming meeting with the old man. Practicing more is better and relieves this tension around him. I wanted to make sure that I was prepared to articulate my thoughts clearly and concisely, while also making it so it isn't suspicious to the old man.

As I sat there, I also felt a sense of anxiousness creeping in. I wasn't sure if everything would work out as planned. The old man is talented in more ways than I think. However, it's important to get my ideas across about how I'm going to solve the issue at hand.

The door opened and I thought that the butler returned but it wasn't him. Instead, it was my sister who probably came to nag at me about useless stuff again.

She had her usual smug expression on her face. I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. I had hoped to have a few moments of peace to collect my thoughts before meeting up with the old man. But looks like, that was no longer the case.

"You might be thinking what I'm doing here but I just wanted to check in and see how my cute little brother was doing", she said the moment she entered the room. She said that way too sweetly.

I rolled my eyes looking at her talk like that. She always wanted o meddle in my affairs and I didn't feel like dealing with her right now.

"Everything's fine. I'm just waiting for the butler to come back"

"Waiting for the butler, huh?" she said, smirking. "Sounds like a fancy life you're living now. I thought you were supposed to be responsible like all the others in the family."

I felt a slight tingle at her comment but it wasn't going to be worth it so I tried to keep my tone civil.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothing," she said with a shrug. " I just remembered that when we were kids, you always wanted to be the one in charge and tried so hard to gain the approval of the father. But now look at you – waiting for someone else to tell you what to do,"

I contained my anger. "I'm not waiting for someone else to tell me what to do. I have a meeting with Father, and I'm just waiting for him to call me."

"Sure, sure," she said dismissively. "Well, I won't keep you any longer. Unlike you who's waiting, I have a lot of things to do. You will soon know your place, that is the bottom."

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving me feeling more than a little agitated. I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the annoyance, reminding myself that I had more important things I need to focus on right now.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to compose myself before the meeting with the old man. After a few more minutes, the butler returned and led me inside to the study where the old man was waiting.

It was a large room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining the walks, filled with lots of books. The room had a grand fireplace on one wall, and a large wooden desk sat in the center of the room with a comfortable-looking leather chair behind it.

This place had a lot of rooms and there was no reason to not use them. It looks like this room is quite luxurious compared to other rooms though. There were also a few armchairs and a cough arranged around the fireplace making the room look cozy and inviting.

The old man had already taken his seat and was waiting for me to take my seat. It's finally time for this to begin. I felt anxious but determined to solve this incident and gain something out of it.

I had to play cards right and I will have the upper hand. I took the seat opposite him and the old man told the butler to leave. It looks like this is going to be another turning point in my life but also the amount of profit that the old man would gain from this.