Limping steps litter around the soulless street of the black alley of M city.
Eyes that seems soulless and tired covered the loneliness and pain he felt inside.
Carrying the paper in his hand with red marks, the boy standing alone in the waiting shed looked up to the gloomy sky that seems to match what he is feeling inside.
Standing alone in the waiting shed while time passed by. He looked towards to the now wet street cause by the pour in the city.
As time passed by the more his hands quiver not because of the cold but because of the growing fear inside of him.
The man standing there is Michael, the only son of the well known Richards Family in M city. The family that holds the international company of Richards Co. that produces millions of millions every month.
He is basically born with a silver spoon, no one could understand why anyone born in that family would suffer anything.
That's what they say.
No one really knew the exact identity of this mysterious son.
The noveau riche society expects a lot to the only son and heir of the Richards family.
No one also knows the reason why the Richards family decided to hide this only son away. Only those working in the house really knows. Not even close friends or relatives have met this young man.
"They must be very ashamed of you."
A whisper resonated in Michael's mind.
His face seems calm but his hand clenched tightly in each side.
He clenched his teeth as to not broke down in the middle of the street. He breath in and out to calm himself when a honk sounded.
"Young Master"
The old driver bowed down in front of the Michael and properly greeted him.
"The Master and the Madam wants to see you."
The driver led the young master inside the car and closed it after finishing his statement.
He cast a glance of sympathy towards the young master after closing the door. It was just a fleeting second that no one could catch it.
As an old driver serving the Richards family, he doesn't have the right to feel sympathetic to his bosses. He only needs to complete his duty and pay no heed to whatever is going on inside the hous.
Getting inside the car made him even more hysteric in his mind. It was like riding the boat of Kharon into hell.
He looked into the disappearing lights in the window to ease himself. Somehow those flickering lights did calm his erratic heart.
The black bentley car stormed off into the foggy street of M city, disappearing into the rain.