The King's Heiress

In the middle of a traffic jam caused by the busy streets of New York City, a black Bentley car is stuck. The man inside is busy on his own, concentrating on reading the papers in his hands. A sudden ring can be heard, breaking his attention from the papers as he takes out his phone from his suit pocket. "Yes." A low, husky man's voice is what came out from him. "Sir, I'm just reminding you about your trip to MIT for a lecture this afternoon." A woman's voice can be heard from the other end of the phone, seemingly his employee. "Yes, I remember. Tell the pilot about this and call me as soon as you confirm my departure time," he said in a calm, demanding tone. "Is that all?" he asked her, and as soon as he heard her say yes, he hung up the phone and went back to what he was doing. After 20 minutes, another ring dragged him away from the papers again. "Sir, he said in two hours he could take you up," the woman from earlier said as she confirmed his flight to the U.S. "Ok. I'll be gone for two days. I am entrusting you with the company while I'm gone. Just call me if it is truly necessary and beyond your capabilities, though I doubt it will be." He smiled as he praised his secretary, who had been with him ever since. Mrs. Smith was capable of everything; she had served his father first, then him as soon as he took over. "Thank you, sir, and bon voyage," the woman replied and soon hung up the phone. He scrolled down his phone as soon as the call ended. He never entrusted his personal calls to anyone, not even his trustworthy secretary. He made calls from his private phone, and it was understood that he needed to do so since he didn't use this phone for business or work. He turned back to the papers and soon finished whatever he was doing with them. He cleaned and put all the papers in his small suitcase. "Where are we headed, master?" the driver asked the man as he looked at his reflection in the rearview mirror as they entered the city. In the rearview mirror, a serious half-face could be seen. "To the villa, and I want you to wait outside as I need to head to the airport afterward," the man replied. The driver just nodded and continued to drive. The villa was located on his own land. The way was along the seaside. It felt like walking on the seaside just by sitting in the car and taking the road up. The man stared at the sea in a daze. Soon, they reached a stop. Tall, high, golden-painted gates appeared, with two men standing on both sides. Not too far away, another one could be seen inside the guard post. As soon as the two saw the car and knew well enough who it could be, they called the man at the guard post to open the gates. Then, they stood there, saluting him as his car passed by them. Not too far from the gates, they came to another stop in front of 10-foot-tall dark brown accent doors that suddenly swung open as an old woman appeared. The man stepped out of the car, not waiting for his driver to open the car door for him. That was one of the things his employees liked about him. He wasn't like those arrogant bosses who could do nothing for themselves, taking advantage of someone's need for work and money. Their boss was a simple man—down-to-earth, kind, and considerate toward them. The man walked through the doorstep. "Is it ready, Mrs. Lee?" he asked the old woman standing beside him as he handed her his small suitcase while loosening his tie. "Yes, master. I'll ask the driver right away to put it in the trunk," the woman replied as she took everything he handed her while signaling the driver to place the luggage near the door of the car. Soon, it was in the trunk. He walked straight inside and directly to his bedroom, removing his clothes and heading to the bath. After some time, he came out and went to his walk-in closet. He first pulled out a drawer full of expensive wristwatches—if it wasn't a new edition, it would be vintage—and took out a black leather strap automatic Cartier watch. He placed it on top of the drawer and went to choose the suit he would be wearing. He went with a black Armani custom-made suit together with a tie. Everything was organized. Everything was paired, except for the shoes, which he settled on as black leather from Armani as well. He got dressed and soon walked out of the room. As soon as he took the first step down the staircase, his scent filled the whole villa. Nodding to everyone, he went out directly toward the car, getting in fast. As soon as the driver heard him buckling in, he started the car and drifted off, leaving nothing but dust in the air. After a couple of hours, the private jet landed safe and sound in Cambridge. Soon, a young man in a perfectly fitted suit stepped out. He signed the air with his dignity and manliness, followed by two men with bulky builds who seemed to be his bodyguards. They walked out when suddenly two cars drove directly toward them—a black minivan followed by a black McLaren 765LT. Both stopped in front of him. A man in his late 20s stepped out from the latter, bowing his head as he handed him the key to the McLaren. "Wait for me at Mamina's gateway. I want to surprise her," he said to the guys as he stepped in, started the car, and drove off to MIT at full throttle, stepping on the gas pedal. "What a nice day!" he said while taking in the scenery he passed by. Not long after, he arrived at the campus gateway, which he entered with a smile plastered on his face. He drove through the parking lot, settled, and turned off the engine as he stepped out. "It's been a while, my dear alma mater," he said as he looked up at the sign saying, "Massachusetts Institute of Technology."