Ethan returned to his tiny apartment later that evening.
The room smelled damp. The ceiling leaked. And the single light bulb flickered constantly.
He collapsed onto the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Everything felt meaningless.
Then—
Ding!
His old phone vibrated.
Ethan lazily opened the notification.
At first, he thought his eyes were deceiving him.
Then he read it again.
“Your account has been credited with $5,000,000.00.”
Ethan sat up instantly.
“What…?”
His heart pounded violently.
Five million dollars?
There had to be a mistake.
Before he could process it, his phone rang.
Unknown number.
He hesitated before answering.
“Hello?”
“Good evening, Young Master Cole,” a calm older voice spoke respectfully. “Did you receive the transfer?”
Ethan frowned.
“Who is this?”
“My name is Alfred Kingston. I work for your grandfather.”
“My grandfather is dead.”
There was silence.
Then the man replied softly,
“No, sir. He was very much alive… until three days ago.”
Ethan’s blood ran cold.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your grandfather, Leonard Cole, was one of the wealthiest men in the world. Before his passing, he requested that we find you immediately.”
Ethan laughed bitterly.
“This is some scam.”
“Then check your bank balance, sir.”
The line disconnected.
Minutes later, Ethan rushed to the nearest ATM.
His hands trembled violently as the machine displayed the balance.
$5,000,216.43
The world around him suddenly felt unreal.
Five million dollars…
It was real.