Once Derek reached the nearest bus stop, which was at least a 30 minutes walk from the Smith mansion, he took a seat to rest his legs.
Tears started flowing down his face. It was hard to blame him. In one day, Derek found himself jobless and homeless. Truly, at a young age of 25, Derek hit rock bottom and it was not his fault. A group of heartless people have held him down and treated him like trash. Like a loser.Suddenly, a Rolls Royce pulled up at the bus stop, the rear doors stopping right in front of where Derek was seated.The driver then opened his side door and stepped out of the Rolls Royce; he then opened the rear door facing Derek.A familiar figure was seated at the rear seat, surprising Derek."Wait a minute. I recognise you." said Derek. "Aren't you the VIP I saw earlier today at the office?""Yes that is correct. You must be Derek Smith. I'm Owen Beck, General Manager of Quinton Consortium." the VIP introduced himself.Still thinking about the incident earlier in the day, Derek was about to kneel to apologise to Owen; but before that could happen, Owen rushed out of the car and prevented Derek from kneeling."Please don't kneel to me. It should be the other way around. Me kneeling to you....Young Master!" Owen pleaded with a worried look on his face.Young Master???Those two words shocked Derek beyond belief. For a split second, his mouth was gaped open, lost for words.It took two minutes for Derek to compose himself before asking Owen, "Are you mistaken? Who's your young master?"Owen replied, "You are! Your real name is Derek Quinton. Peter and Lea Quinton, the owners of the Quinton Consortium, are your biological parents."Who didn't know the Quinton couple? The mere mention of the Quinton name can send shivers of fear to even the most successful businessmen in Townsville. Even the Smith family were nothing compared to Peter and Lea Quinton."I'm Peter and Lea Quinton's son? How is this possible?"Derek is still dazed from this shocking revelation.Owen motioned Derek to the Rolls Royce. "Please follow me, Young Master. Master Quinton will explain everything to you in his residence."Although reluctant, Derek decided to follow Owen. After all, what did he have to lose?If everything turns out to be a misunderstanding, the worst case scenario for Derek was to spend the night at nearby motel.But if what Owen said was proven true, then what was rock bottom for Derek could be the turning point his life so desperately needed."OK Owen. I'll follow you back; but I have two conditions. Number one, until everything you just said is proven true, do not call me Young Master. Just call me Derek.""Number two, if this is a misunderstanding, Mr and Mrs Quinton can't press any charges or lawsuits against me for impersonation. Are we clear?" "Crystal clear, Youn...I mean Derek" replied Owen, realising he almost broke the first condition."Alright then, let's go." said Derek.With that, Derek entered the Rolls Royce and the driver proceeded to drive back to the Quinton Mansion.On the way to the Quinton mansion, Owen noticed that Derek was just staring out of the window of the Rolls Royce. He was curious about what Derek was thinking. "What's on your mind Derek?" "I have a lot of questions and thoughts running through my mind. I don't even know where to start." replied Derek. Owen understood his words and decided it was best to leave him be...until they reach the Quinton Mansion. After an hour's drive, they finally reached the Quinton Mansion, located at the western outskirts of Townsville. The Quinton Mansion itself is a marvel. Imagine a three-storey castle with rooms the size of a small apartment, complete with it's own en-suites, a kitchen with state-of-the-art equipment that Michelin-star chefs can only dream of, along with facilities like a swimming pool, a football field, a basketball court, a pool room, an in-built mini cinema and a garage the size of a duplex house filled with cars that only the 1% of the world's population can afford. "Master
Needless to say, Peter Quinton cringed, having to recall that fateful night that Derek was separated from him and his wife. Nonetheless the truth had to be told. "You were six months old when that night happened." began Peter Quinton. "We were all on the way back home from a dinner party when we were suddenly ambushed by a group of thugs." "While our security, lead by Owen, were fending off those thugs, we could hear some distinct shouting from them, one of which was 'Kill the Quinton family, including their baby!'" Peter Quinton had to pause for a moment as his eyes were starting to redden. Lea was seated at the edge of the bed, with tears forming up her eyes as well. "Back then, our business rivals were envious of our success in business; but we had no idea that they would be so ruthless and merciless..." continued Peter. "Thanks to Owen and the security team, we all managed to escape unharmed and made it back home safely. But your mother and I started to make plans to escape T
On the way, Derek looked at Owen and said, "I know I gave you two conditions earlier, one of which was not to call me Young Master. That condition still applies; call me Derek or Young Quinton instead." "Certainly, Derek. By the way, your suitcase is already in your new room. Still we have clothes in your closet for you to wear as you see fit." replied Owen, with a nice smile on his face. Once Derek reached his room, which was at the opposite side of his parents' room, he bidded Owen goodnight before entering. When Derek entered, his mouth instantly gaped open. There was a king-sized bed, a walk-in closet, a study table, an 80-inch mounted tv screen, a ensuite bath room complete with a gold-plated bath tub, a shower and a big ivory sink. 'Wow wow wow. This is what it's like to be a Quinton.' Derek thought. 'Well then, let's get settled.' It was easy for Derek to be overwhelmed by his new room. After all, back at the Smith house, he was forced to sleep in their store room and had
The sun shone brightly through the windows. The sun rays hit Derek's eyes so he had no choice but to wince and blink. 'A few minutes more please.' thought Derek. With good reason too. He slept like a baby for the first time in his life, on his king size bed. "Oh S***!!! I'm late for work!!" Derek jolted himself awake and for a brief moment, he was in a cold sweat. In that moment, it had not dawned on him that we was no longer Derek Smith; he is Derek Quinton. He thought he was going to be late for work and get bullied by his boss and colleagues. But he soon recalled the events of the day before and quickly calmed down. He remembered that he was fired from his job, thrown out of the Smith mansion, then picked up by Owen Beck to be reunited with his biological parents, the powerful Peter and Lea Quinton. 'That's right. I'm Derek Quinton now. No need to worry about an unrewarding job full of corrupt managers and ass-kissing workers. Nice.' thought Derek.At that point, heard a knock
Lea explained, "The Quinton Consortium is a collection of companies where we either own or have mast majority shares in. We don't invest blindly. Each company under the Quinton Consortium has a minimum net worth of at least $2 billion. We currently have 60 of the top 100 companies in Townsville and other cities around the world under the Quinton Consortium." Peter continued, "So you can imagine son, our Quinton family's net worth and value. Given your young age, your mum and I hope that you can take over our position soon." Derek listened intently with awe of his parents. He knew that they were rich and powerful but he had no idea the levels of wealth and power they actually have attained. But Derek is also quick witted and his mind works like a computer. While he was listening to his parents' explaination and wishes, he was already formulating a plan. "I know time is of the essence mum and dad; and someday I will be responsible enough to take over the whole consortium from you. I
Derek decided to wear his worn-out shoes that he had been wearing for the last two years. This is an additional step to disguise himself from his new found identity. To know who is worth his time or not, he knew he cannot reveal his true identity to the world just yet."Young Master!" a voice called out to him from the Quinton garage. Derek turned and saw the family driver, the same driver he saw the day before that picked him up from the bus stop. "Hi there. Just in time. I'll need a ride to the business district. Can you take me there?""Certainly, Young Master." replied the driver."Thanks a lot. By the way, how may I address you?" asked Derek."My name is Hector, Young Master. I've served the Quinton family as their driver for the last 30 years. I'm honoured to drive you around now Young Master.""Nice to know you, Hector. Oh wait, do you have Owen's number? I forgot to ask him for it. Send me his number and we'll get going." "Not a problem, Young Master. One moment please." Di
'Am I sticking out too much in the crowd? Maybe I should have worn something less casual.' Derek was looking around and started having second thoughts about his dress code. 'Maybe I'll get a couple of cheap suits just to blend in. I see a mall nearby. I'll go explore there.' Holding and sipping away on his cappucino, Derek then proceeded to the shopping mall named The BDT Mall. Inside, there were several men's clothing shops to choose from. Derek decided to window shop first to have a gauge of the prices in the business district. Needless to say, because the vast majority of the people are wearing business suits at the very least, they do not sell as cheap as Derek may think. 'Wow, the average price of the cheapest suits costs about $5,000. If I wasn't a Quinton, I can forget about coming to the HNW zone.' Derek thought in shock and awe. 'Ok this shop looks decent. I'll go in and have a look.' thought Derek. Before stepping in, he made sure to dispose of his finished cup of capp
Barely hours into his first day in the business district; and Derek had already experienced two polar ends of what it means to be working there. He knew, after stepping out of the BDT mall, that he has long road ahead of him.Ding!A message notification interrupted Derek's thoughts. He retrieved his phone from his pocket and read the message.'Young Quinton, I've sent you a pin location of the Quinton Tower. I've also forwarded Amanda's contact to you. Contact her when you arrive. See you later. Owen.''Well...tour time in the HNW zone is over...for today anyway. Time to get down to business.' thought Derek. Before heading over to Quinton Tower, Derek stopped by a nearby food truck to order a steak sandwich for lunch. He wasn't going to waste time dining in a fancy restaurant even though he could. Not this day anyway; he didn't want to be late on his first day.Derek then hailed a cab to go to Quinton Tower. Traffic was surprisingly a breeze despite peak traffic during lunch hours.