Chapter 5

Clinton's eyes almost fell out when the gate of the estate stated in the card opened before him and he drove into the most luxurious facility he had never seen even in his wildest dreams, not even in his imaginations had he thought of such a place existing. He didn't imagine that people could be so wealthy.

The tall skyscrapers, built with steel and glasses taking over the exterior, took his breath away, he struggled hard to concentrate on the way he was driving as one of the security personnel at the gate directed his car to the garage. Upon this, his astonishment nearly made him drive off track.

Finally he packed, took out the briefcase and walked nervously up the stairs. If he was not being guided here, he would certainly be confused, he was sure to miss his way. He has been thinking of his wife and his mother-in-law being rich until now, he saw this, they now didn't even fit into the least richest class in his eyes. This was pure wealth. He just can't wait to see the owner of this heavenly place, he was sure it must be one of those stranded passengers that entered his van.

When he arrived at the office of the man, he was granted entrance. Here his guide retreated, the security personnel who had escorted him from the gate. He walked in nervously but a middle-aged man, tall, dark-haired and gentle in disposition rose up from his seat to give him a handshake.

"Sit down!" He said proudly. He was proud of him, of his rare attitude, and honest people like him were very rare to find especially when it came to issues that bothered with money. Most drivers would not care if they would be caught or not, they would just take the money and go away with it.

Clinton handed over the briefcase to him, he opened and checked it, everything was intact as he had arranged. "I'm so grateful, thanks so much for this. I'm Brian Matt, the Personal Assistant of the CEO of this company. Perhaps I can introduce you to my boss, Owen Darlington."

Immediately he heard this, his heart dropped, it seemed to stop beating. What a fuck! His honesty is landing him before the presence of the world's third richest man?

"This' totally unbelievable!" He exclaimed inside him. Owen Darlington was a popular man in the whole world, he was alone and refused to marry after his wife left him. His net worth is over three hundred billion dollars making him the third richest entrepreneur in the world, as well as the overall richest American. Darlington has over ten thousand different companies all over the world, he dominates most sectors of the world's industry such as fashion, education, technology, e-commerce, health, among others. His companies covered it all and lots others that can't be mentioned. It was however sad that he didn't have an heir that would take over all these when he was gone. Clinton reasoned all these in his mind as he stood inside the elevator with Brian Matt.

Soon the elevator stopped, at the last floor. Matt took him through the golden floor to Darlington's office, he was awestruck by everything his eyes were seeing, the luxury he had never seen anywhere else. The glass door whirled around before them, they passed through it before it closed.

Before them sat an average man, in a casual dress, a white T-shirt and a pair of black trousers. He did not resemble his status, yet he was the one the whole world was talking about. He raised his head slowly and looked at them.

"Hello sir, this is the honest driver I messaged you about. I said I'll take him to come greet you." Clinton gave a slight smile, he wanted to hide his nervousness. He expected Darlington to say something to him, to add to what his Personal Assistant said but he was looking elsewhere. Clinton followed his eyes until it landed on the birthmark on his neck.

Nervousness set in and it was a full fledged war that he had to battle with. He was anxious as to what attracted him to his neck. He then followed his eyes and it landed on the red print crown tattoo on the right side of his neck, it was obvious due to the T-shirt he was wearing. Clinton on his part saw nothing special about it.

"Come closer!" Darlington said, making him cringe with fear. So many thoughts started filling up his mind at this point.

Tension rose fast against his chest, he breathed heavily. His eyes blinked countless times in a second. Darlington noticed his unease, he calmed him down with a hand gesture.

"I've found something on you that was on my lost son. Your neck!"

Clinton didn't expect this although his thoughts came a bit close to this. Adrenaline fired through his chest. What about the tattoo on his neck, he grew up to see it on his neck, and he believed it was just a mere birthmark. Nothing so special about it like it is now in the eyes of Darlington.

"Can you tell me a bit more about yourself, I doubt if it is what I'm thinking." This statement created more tension in him, Matt is amazed at the drama occurring before his master and the driver who returned his money. It was obvious that he didn't expect things to turn out this way also. He even forgotten the purpose he came here with Clinton.

"What do you want to know about me sir?" Clinton asked humbly.

"Your background, where are you from. Who are your parents?" These questions struck him in the heart as it correlated with the five years old son of Darlington that was kidnapped many years ago. Though Clinton can't remember the face of his parents if he should see them now and certain things about his childhood due to his partial memory loss, he can still estimate this occurring within the time frame he himself was kidnapped.

"I don't know where my parents are right now," he said with so much uneasiness. "All I can remember about my past is that certain people came to my school, then I was five years old and they seemed to be my father's workers. I can't remember the full details due to my partial memory loss, my mind is improving over time. These men claimed to be sent by my parents and they took me off, I never saw home again." His voice trailed off and he began being emotional, incurring Darlington's sympathy.

"Can you remember the name of the school?" He asked.

"No, I can't really recall."

"What else do you remember about your childhood? Sorry for straining your brain."

"I remember my home, I lived in a penthouse with my parents, we had a German Shepherd named Charlie. I can recall I always lay with it on the same bed at night."

"Yes!" Darlington jumped from where he stood and hung on Clinton's neck whose eyes grew wide with surprise. What's going on! He stood there astonished.

"You're my son, my lost heir. You speak the truth. I remembered then you always said Charlie protects you against the darkness at night, whenever he was taken away from you, you couldn't sleep. This is a vital part of our personal life, which no one knows except us, your mom inclusively."

"It's like a dream, I don't understand this sir."

"You don't let this trouble you, the truth is that you are my son, my lost son who was kidnapped from school at the age of five."

Darlington brought out the picture of his son he took many years ago, the little boy flew a sea blue handkerchief over his head in a play style, there is a plane design on top of it. Clinton gasped on seeing this.

"What's it?" Darlington asked.

"It's the same handkerchief with me now, my only physical memory from childhood. I do carry it around in my pocket, it's even here with me. I use it to remember my parents, home and all I left behind. How about mom?" He cut in sharply, upon not hearing Darlington say anything current about his mom.

"It's a long story!" He finally confessed. "But I'm so glad, I've found you." They threw themselves into each other's arms and began to cry.