The Billionaire’s secret Heir

Sophia comes out of the bathroom with a robe on and dripping hair. She goes ahead to get herself ready and sits in front of the mirror not too far from the bathroom door and the main door to leave the room. She dries her hair and makes them into curls, she makes her way to get her phone from a king sized bed. She has quite a moderate looking room for a lady in her late 20s’. She steps out of the room and goes ahead to make breakfast. She makes fried eggs, grabs a loaf of bread out of the fridge and sets down two plates on the table. “Let's have breakfast my love”. She goes around searching and finds a cute little giggling boy right behind one of the chairs laid back on the wall close to the TV sets. “There you are” she said with a smile, stretching out her hand to him. “Let's eat and get you ready as well”. Sophia places him gently on his chair, she gladly watches him with a smile as he ate. Having her son was the best thing that could possibly happen to her, but her expression suddenly changes and she gets lost in thought. She comes back to reality with the sound of the kettle whistle going off. She gets Liam ready and their off to the daycare. Into the elevator of a complex and getting off on the 3rd floor, Sophia goes into the restaurant in a hurry and almost bumps into another co-worker. Calling from behind the counter was the manager, “ Late by 20 mins, Sophia”. Running through the staff room door beside the counter islands, “So sorry, Selene”. Coming out with an apron around her waist, “Table 5 ordered the couples set and its almost ready, it should be out of the kitchen by now” said Selene while busy writing something down in the register. “Copy that”, said Sophia with a salute, she's about to leave, “And no breaks today, we have a possible lunch from 11 to 2pm”. Sophia nods and heads for the kitchen. She stands in front of an opening with a wall that demarcates the kitchen from the dinning hall, waiting to get the dish. Another colleague comes up to her, “Good morning” said Annabelle. “Morning, any idea why we keep having massive lunch rushes lately?” Sophia says. “You haven't heard? There seems to be some sort of campaign between the top best billionaire business owners in the city. They each own complexes, buildings, companies and land across town, and they happen to actually develop some fans for that. Now a lot of people are trying to get to know which is best.” Annabelle ends with her hand describing how the hall looks like. “That seems to be a lot of work for us then, but that's all cool.” Says Sophia. “Anyways, it seems like one of them owns this very complex as well and he'll be in town this week, the amazing Charlston Bridge owner, Charles Harrison. He's actually leading now on the real estate business, and he……” Anabelle now notices that Sophia had trailed off, “Hey,are you okay, you seem lost?” tapping her. “Yes, I’m fine”. One of the chefs rings the bell and places the dishes on the platform, “Let's get to work”. *** A black jeep pulls up in front of a very tall building(sky-scrapper), and another one behind. Right between them was a Mercedes and getting out of it is a young man well into his 30s’. He looks around before walking into the building, everyone who saw him approaching stood in a position until he passed by. He gets into the elevator and gets off on the very last floor. A young lady can be seen behind her desk attending to something, but immediately jumps to her feet when she notices him get off the elevator. “Good morning sir” she said, not answering, he psssed by her and goes into his office. He walks up to open the curtains revealing a wall made from glass from top to bottom, opening a door leading out to the balcony, looking around like he could probably see through the buildings on the island all at once. His phone rings, revealing who it might be and he declined it, heading back into the office and seating in his chair. Coming in after knocking a few minutes later is his secretary. “Sir, some of the complexes have just been built and the openings are going to be taken place next week so we need your signatures on these”, she says walking up to him and placing documents on his table. He signs them and gives them back to her. “Thank you, so should I book a flight?” collecting the documents. Giving her a look, “Am I going? Isn't that the deputy's job?”. “I'm sorry to say sir, but you actually volunteered to get those complexes built for the town and you have to be there for the opening as well”she said quite boldly. “Well you seem to be getting more confident by the day” leaning back into his chair. “Well I'm the only secretary who has worked for more than a year” she said smiling, “ And also been able to tolerate you” at the back of her mind. Sitting up, “So what city is it?”, “Albany, sir”. His expression suddenly turns dark, “Anything wrong sir?”, “No, book the tickets”. She turns Aron and leaves. Charles turns to look outside once more. What could probably be in Albany that he's trying to avoid?