004 HEIR
1407 Words
CHAPTER 3
Alex didn't sleep. Instead, he spent the night in a 24-hour diner nursing cold coffee. The waitress refilled his cup without a word, her eyes lingering on the dried blood at the corner of his mouth.
At 8:30 AM, he walked to 412 Oak Street.
He'd delivered packages to this building a hundred times, but he'd never looked up to wonder what was happening inside the tall glass tower.
Now he stood in front of it, heart pounding.
Either this is real and everything changes, or it's fake and he's got nothing left anyway.
He pushed through the doors.
The lobby was all marble and money, the kind of place Alex would normally be kicked out of.
Instead, the receptionist looked up and smiled. "Mr. Carter?"
She knew his name.
"Mr. Wright is expecting you. Go to the forty-second floor. Elevators on your right." She paused. "He said to tell you something. 'Welcome home, Alexander Kane.'"
Alexander Kane? Not Carter. Kane.
Alex's mouth went dry.
Alex walked to the elevator on trembling legs. He pressed the button. The doors opened immediately, and he stepped inside. It closed and rose, smooth and fast.
Alex watched the numbers climb. 10. 20. 30.
His reflection stared back from the polished walls, he looked like hell. Split lip and hollow eyes.
*What am I doing here?*
The elevator dinged.
The doors opened onto a reception area, real art lined the walls, and floor-to-ceiling windows showed the whole city.
A man stood waiting. He looked to be in his late sixties, wearing an expensive suit.
"Alexander Carter," The man smiled. "I'm Thomas Wright. I've been looking for you for two weeks."
"Two weeks?" Alex stepped out slowly.
"Because that's when your father passed away. And his will was very specific about when I could contact you." Thomas gestured to a door. "Please, come in. We have a lot to discuss."
Alex followed him into an office that was bigger than the apartment he'd shared with Emma.
Windows dominated three walls, a massive desk sat centered, and bookshelves stretched floor to ceiling.
Thomas gestured to a leather chair. "Sit. Please."
Alex sat. The chair was the most comfortable thing he'd touched in three years.
Thomas settled behind his desk and pulled out a thick folder.
"Alexander," he began carefully. "What do you know about your father?"
"Nothing," Alex's voice came out rougher than intended. "He left when I was five. My mother never talked about him. I don't even remember what he looks like."
Thomas nodded like he'd expected that answer. "Your father was Richard Kane. Founder and CEO of Kane Industries. At the time of his death two weeks ago, his estate was valued at 1.2 trillion dollars.”
The number hung in the air.
Alex blinked. "Trillion?"
"Trillion," Thomas confirmed. "Five hundred companies. Assets in forty-seven countries. He was one of the most powerful men in the world. And you, Alexander, are his only biological son. His sole heir."
That's impossible." Alex leaned forward, hands gripping the armrests. "That's… that's not possible. He left us. We were poor. My mother worked three jobs. We lived in a bus. If he had money, why—"
"Because you were being tested," Thomas said.
The words landed like a punch.
"Tested," Alex repeated flatly.
Thomas opened the folder, pulled out photos. Security camera screenshots.
Alex's stomach tightened.
The photos showed everything. Him eating alone in the kitchen. The dinner party where they mocked him. The garage where he slept.
"Your father didn't abandon you," Thomas spread the photos across the desk. "He was protecting and preparing you for the past three years, you've been under surveillance. Every moment documented and every choice recorded."
"Your father believed..." Thomas paused. " He believed wealth without character destroys people. That power in the wrong hands..." He gestured to the photos. "You were pushed beyond breaking, Alexander. And you didn't break.
Alex stared at the photos. Saw himself scrubbing floors. Serving drinks. Taking insults with his head down.
"He watched me suffer," His voice was hollow. "For three years. He watched them destroy me. And did nothing."
"He watched you choose honor over bitterness," Thomas corrected. "You worked three jobs without stealing. Stay faithful to a wife who betrayed you. Help a homeless man despite having nothing yourself."
Thomas pulled out another document.
"The verdict, Alexander, is that you passed. In three years of documented surveillance, you never stole. Never lied for gain. Never betrayed your principles. You stayed human when the world tried to make you a monster.”
He slid the document across the desk.
"You inherit 1.2 trillion dollars, Kane Industries. Five hundred companies."
Alex's hands shook as he picked up the document. His name was written: Alexander Carter as sole beneficiary.
"This can't be real," he whispered.
"It's real," Thomas said. "But there's more you need to know. Your father didn't just test you. He tested them."
"Them?"
"The Williams family. Diane Williams was paid fifty thousand dollars monthly to house you. She thought she was testing you for an executive position. She had no idea the real reason.
The words hit him like cold water. "She was paid?"
"To house you. To evaluate your character under pressure. What she chose to do went far beyond any instruction." Thomas's voice hardened. "She was supposed to assess your professional capabilities. Instead, she made you sleep in a garage. Serve her guests like a servant. Eat in the kitchen like you weren't human. That cruelty was hers, Alexander.”
Alex couldn't breathe. "And Ryan? The affair?"
"Ryan Fletcher was Emma's real ex-boyfriend. He never stopped wanting her back." Thomas pulled up corporate documents on his tablet. "Kane Industries shell companies invested twelve million dollars in his startup. Gave him the wealth and confidence to pursue Emma openly. Your father didn't hire an actor, Alexander. He just gave Ryan the money to become the threat he always was.
The air left his lungs.
There's something else." Thomas hesitated. "Someone else."
"Who?"
"Logan Kane," Thomas continued. "Is your stepbrother. He's raised as Richard's acknowledged son. He's known for three years. And he's spent that time making sure you'd fail, hoping you'd fail so he could keep the inheritance."
"Emma's family. Ryan. My stepbrother. All of them. It was all—"
"A test," Thomas finished. "And now they're about to learn the truth. Your father's will is being read globally tomorrow. Every major network. The footage of your suffering will be shown to the world. Then your inheritance will be announced."
Thomas leaned forward. "Tomorrow, Alexander, everyone who hurt you will watch you become the most powerful man on earth. So what will you do with that power?"
Alex looked down at his hands. Calloused from work. Scarred from breaking glass. The hands of someone who'd been ground down to nothing.
"I don't know," he said honestly.
Thomas smiled. "Your father thought you'd say that. He left you a message."
He pulled out a tablet and pressed play.
The screen showed a man Alex barely remembered. Older than in his fuzzy childhood memories. But the eyes were the same.
"Alexander," his father's voice said. "If you're watching this, you passed. And I'm sorry. Sorry for the pain. Sorry for watching you suffer. But I needed to know who you'd become. The world is full of people who use power to crush others. I needed to know you'd use it to lift them up."
His father's image smiled proudly.
"You're not like them, son. You never were, and that's why everything I built is now yours. Use it well. Make me proud. And remember: From ashes, we rise. From fire, we're born. The phoenix always remembers the night before dawn."
The video ended.
Alex sat in silence. His father's face frozen on screen.
"Tomorrow," Thomas said softly. "The will reading is at Kane tower by 2 PM. Billions will watch including the Williams family. All of them will be there."
He stood and extended his hand.
"Welcome home, Alexander Kane. Heir to the largest fortune in human history."
Alex looked at the outstretched hand. Then at his reflection in the window.
Tomorrow he'd watch them all realize what they'd thrown away.
Alex stood and shook Thomas's hand.
"Let's burn it all down," he said quietly.
Thomas smiled like a man who'd been waiting three years to hear those words.
"I was hoping you'd say that.”
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