Zoooom!
A motorcycle hurled down a small empty road. Riding on top of this motorcycle was a really handsome devil. Of course the person that I was talking about was none other than me!
My helmet window was opened slightly. To me the most thrilling thing about motorcycles was the adrenaline it gave me. I was never an adrenaline junkie but God did I love it. The feeling of riding so fast on a motorcycle that if I crashed into a car it would mean instant death. At least on the bright side I would be going so fast that by the time I was a splatter on someone's car my soul would have already left me. Damn I'm a masochist.
I never knew why I was such an adrenaline junkie but i remembered when it first started. It was when I was 8 years old and I went deer hunting with my family. My father, Alexander, Sally, Cynthia and my father's rich friends. I hated that experience due to the fact that there laughs felt so fake. It felt forced and they did not care.
But the one thing I remember was how I felt when I walked into a bear's den. My flight or fight instinct kicked in and I had never ran that fast in my life. I was pretty sure that I set a world record. If Usain Bolt saw me then, he would personally apologise for keeping that gold medal.
Just when the bear was almost catching up to me, I remembered that I had a hunting rifle in my hand. I turned around and pulled the trigger with my hand closed. That bear was later placed on a plague above my bed.
That single experience changed my life but not as much as football. Football was special to me. Some played for the money, some for the applause and some for the game but I played football because it was all I had.
True, I had money that was unfathomable by normal people but it really got boring using money to do the same things over and over again. Football made me feel like how I did when I was chased by a bear. Alive! Exhilarated! And above all else Awake!
Every touch, every pass, every shot and every minute I played football my euphoria was beyond anything that I ever had. I truly saw the beauty in the pain. All though my skills hadn't improved a lot I still loved football and it was my dream to be a footballer.
To me football was the one thing that I really connected with l, the one thing that did not feel like a lie, the one thing that I enjoyed from the bottom of my heart.
I slowed down my motorcycle as I joined a highway and then sped up again. The engine of my loud 1050cc race bike ripped through the air as I hit the 80 km/h speed limit.
Finally after what barely seemed like a minute I got of the highway and meandered through the streets until I was in the middle of city. The streets were abuzz with buses, cars and taxis driving as fast as they wanted. There were skyscrapers and high rise apartments the likes that normal people could only wish to live in in their dreams.
One of these skyscrapers was the headquarters to a billion dollar clothes retail company. This was the office of Diana Maxwell. Despite being married to my father Diana kept her last name since she had no intention of getting my father's name in her business.
I parked my motorbike in the employee underground parking space. I walked back up and went into the building. Unlike Alexander's nightclub the security here was not as chill. I was patted down and had to go through the x ray machine.
Normally in novel's the young masters refused to be patted down and would throw a tantrum like they owned the building. But not me. I had something that they didn't, logic!
"I'm here to see Diana Maxwell." I said to the receptionist.
The receptionist gave me a smile that I knew was forced and she gave to every customer.
"Do you have an appointment sir?"
"Well... no I don't but..."
"I'm sorry sir, Mrs Diana is a very busy woman and she will not meet anyone without an appointment." The receptionist said.
There was a small akward silence between us.
"Do you know who I am?" I asked. The receptionists smile disappeared and I could swear I heard her say, "I'm not paid enough for this bullshit." I let it slide because I knew she dealt with annoying arrogant people every day who tried to exert their authority.
"I am sorry sir I do not know who you are, Would you please enlighten me?" She said sarcastically.
"Diana Maxwell is my stepmother, call her and she will verify it for you." I said.
The receptionist seemed like she wanted to say something but she just breathed in and picked up the phone on the table.
It must have taken her a lot of will to not call security on me. I could only wonder how many people lied and said they were related to Diana. After the tragic 17 accident I understood. The 17 accident was truly tragic.
A well dressed man wearing a suit entered the building and claimed to be Diana's husband and asked to meet up with her. The receptionist who did not want to offend her employers husband let him in after confirming his identity on his fake ID.
After the man got on the elevator the receptionist decided to give Diana a heads up only to be told that her husband was on a business trip and had just left yesterday.
The security ran up the stairs and managed to stop the elevator using the emergency control. When the door opened the security tried to detain him but he wouldn't go out without a fight. He opened his suitcase and pulled out a semiautomatic gun. 4 people dead and 13 injured hence the name 17 accident.
This happened 11 years ago when the building was only 4 floors tall and the security was not as tight.
Ever since that day anyone who claimed to be related to Diana would have to be confirmed by her first.
"Yes maam, he claims to be your stepson...his name?"The receptionist turned towards me and asked for my name and I gave it.
"He says it's Ceaser Quill...he seems around 5 foot 8, light-skinned with a fade...a helmet? Yes he has one. Okay, okay, yes maam." The receptionist laid down the receiver. She opened her desk and gave me a lanyard with a Important visitor badge on it.
"Here you go, the elevator stops at the 29th floor, your gonna have to use the stairs to get to the 32nd floor." she said.
"Thanks but I already know, I've already come here several times, I didn't see you the last time I was here." I said as I placed the lanyard on my neck. I left her before she could reply and entered the elevator.
What the receptionist or practically anyone else didn't know was the code to any floor above 29. Of course I knew it. The code changes once every fortnight and the last time I had come here was 5 days ago and even then it had only been four days since it was changed.
I pressed the 32 button and then tapped the code into the keypad that was next to it.
9991113.
I waited patiently as the lift went up. There was calming elevator music playing and no one entered the elevator. The reason was because when the code was put in, the elevator would not stop for anyone no matter who.
Ding!
The elevator doors opened wide after a long time of waiting. I walked out of the elevator and onto the 32 floor. The 32 floor was actually the smallest amongst all others. At the very end was Diana's office. Just like all the other offices she had a glass door.
The 32 floor had a conference, a kitchen and a toilet. I walked all the way to her office and knocked first before I entered.
Diana's office was the definition of cozy. The walls had giant shelves and on them were files. They must be really important if they were here in her office and not the storage room.
The walls were practically made of mahogany wood. The window gave the best view in the city. You could see a lot of things, the emission of cars, the pedestrians walking on the pavement, the birds migrating as winter was about to start.
Only 24 more days until school restarted.
Behind a glass desk sat a woman. She had several wrinkles on her forehead and was wearing glasses. She wore a beautiful red dress and high heels. She had slightly gray braided hair and she was wearing makeup. Her mascara and lipstick had been applied carefully and accurately. If I had to describe in a few words she was the borderline between a milf and a cougar.
Once she saw me she smiled as if she was waiting for me. "Ceaser! How you doing?" She asked jovially.
"I'm good, what about you?"
"Not that great but your face made me feel better."
"Stop it, your making me blush." I said coyly. I sat down in the seat in front of her.
"What's on your mind Ceaser?"
"Nothing really."
"Come on Ceaser, you can tell me you always come to me when you need guidance."
"Seriously nothing, I just came here to have lunch with you. I haven't seen you in the house recently, I already ordered food for us while I was in the elevator." I said.
"So this is a forced date that I cannot ignore." she said as she held her hands to her cheeks and blushed.
I chuckled at this as I knew that she was teasing me.