After the call with Reginald ended, William sat on the park bench for a while, his thoughts running wild. The idea of having access to ten billion dollars felt surreal, but the responsibility that came with it weighed heavily on him. It wasn't just about the money; it was about stepping into the legacy his father had left behind.
The night had grown colder, and William realized he couldn't stay out here much longer. His phone buzzed, and he glanced down at a message from Reginald:
"Master William, I have taken the liberty of booking you a room at the Valmont Hotel. It's discreet and well-suited for your needs. The card will be delivered to you there first thing in the morning. The hotel's address is attached."
William let out a sigh of relief. Reginald had anticipated his needs before William even had to ask. He stood up from the bench and began walking toward the address listed in the message. It was a relief to know that he wouldn't have to wander the streets all night, uncertain of where to go or what to do next. Reginald had always been one step ahead, just as he had been for William's father.
As William approached the Valmont Hotel, he was struck by its understated elegance. It wasn't the kind of flashy luxury he had expected; instead, it was refined, quiet, and discreet—perfect for someone like him, who needed to stay under the radar for now. The entrance was lined with tall trees, and the warm light from the lobby spilled onto the sidewalk, beckoning him inside.
The concierge greeted him with a polite smile as he entered. "Welcome to the Valmont, Mr. Rothschild. We've been expecting you."
William nodded, grateful that Reginald had handled the arrangements. Within moments, he was checked in and handed a room key. The staff's professionalism and the hotel's quiet ambiance gave him a sense of calm.
The room itself was spacious yet minimalistic, with a large window overlooking the city skyline. William placed his jacket on the chair and sat on the edge of the bed, taking in the view. Tomorrow, everything would change. The Obsidian Card would be delivered, and with it, his first real step toward building his own life.
He closed his eyes, exhaustion finally catching up to him. For now, he could rest. Tomorrow, he would make his move.