I was heartlessly thrown into studies on my identity and my new academy from the moment i stepped foot out of the hospital. Leaving the white walls of the hospital room to the blazing sun of the outside was a little tear worthy.
I was picked up in a black Nissan Patrol with tinted glasses. The old man wasn't in the car, instead it was a middle aged man wearing a black suit. His name was Red; The old man's bodyguard.
We drove for an hour and half before stopping at the gates of a high end villa at the outskirts of the city.
Red let me off and left me at the doors of the villa. The door was opened by an old lady in light brown nanny scrubs. Her eyes were warm and kind.
"You must be Mr. Hayato..."
I nodded.
My name was given to me by the old man before he left the hospital.... I knew it was foolish to agree to such a bizarre 'request' without any written agreement but something made me want to trust him.
The house was painted in cold grey tones, the only warm color was in the kitchen and an open room on the first floor which were the old nanny's territory.
My room was on the second floor facing the old man's room— so Miss Tsubaki, the Nanny, told me.
The old man wasn't home. From what i had gathered he was the Chairman of Saito cooperation. He was the only surviving member of the Saito clan of Neon City. He became chairman at the age of 18. With no family elder as support, i wondered how he kept the company growing.
My respect for the old man grew.
I settled into my room calmly accepting my new identity.
Now,
my name is Saito Hayato, the only other member of the Saito clan from the Neon City of T Country. My father is the Chairman of Saito corporations, Saito Hiroshi. My mother died when i was three so i was sent abroad to grow up.
It was too surreal.
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"Hiroshi, heard you have a son..?"
Kobayashi Minato sat before the cold looking chairman, his head slumped on the metal stone table. His eyes were closed slightly, laziness oozing from his countenance.
To think he was the Chairman of the Koba Group.
"Yes... I do"
"What's his name..?"
"Hayato..."
"How old..?"
"24"
"He really yours..?"
"Yes.... He is"
Hiroshi smiled at the end of his words.
Minato wasn't stupid. He knew there were things his friend wasn't obligated to tell him. even a child could be kept secret for 24 years. He only felt a little sad.
He got up from the seat and walked to dark glass double doors.
"Hiroshi.... you really are heartless"
Hiroshi stared at the closing doors for a moment before rubbing on the space between his brows.
Relations were never his strong suits.
He picked up the phone lying atop the glass table and called his able secretary; on leave.
"Blue..., i think i made him angry."
"Chairman..., maybe keeping secrets from your childhood friend is not the best option" Then he hung up. Blue was part of the few who could talk sense into this chairman.
Hiroshi sighed.
He picked up his custom made suit and walked out of his office.