I am paralysed, my body is trembling, this red colour makes my body freeze, I feel as if my mouth were glued… Is he dead? He doesn’t move, the sound that his body made when smashing on the ground was horrible, it keeps echoing in my mind.


    Even with trembling legs I approach Mr. John’s body, his eyes are closed, with trembling hands I ce two fingers on his neck and notice that he has no pulse.


    Tears fall freely from my eyes, I was thest person that this man saw and I couldn’t prevent his suicide… I didn’t even get a chance to know him better… He said he was going to make me be his son, but he killed himself and now I’m alone again…


    – Are you Anael Stewart? – I hear a male voice behind me, I look towards him and see a man with white hair, he seems to be older than Mr. John.


    – I think so… – I speak drying my eyes with the back of my hands – And you?


    – I am Jones, I am Mr. John’swyer.


    – Did you know he was going to y on that bridge? – I ask with my eyes closed.


    – I have already called the ambnce,” he ignores me, “I need you toe with me, unfortunately there is nothing we can do for you, but we have to go and get your documents, when you called me you had already issued him with the creation of your documents, now we just have to go and get them.


    I look at him incredulously, his body is not even frozen and he wants to leave you here alone until the ambnce arrives!Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    – I am not going anywhere! I will stay with Mr. Jo?o! He did not want to die alone, I will not leave him alone now! – I speak firmly and thewyer smiles at me.


    – Very good boy, I like it.


    At the end of his speech the siren sounds are present, and it’s like a djavu… I feel like I have heard them before but I can’t remember where…


    – The policemen are also here and they will ask you to say exactly what happened, pay attention – he faces me – Don’t tell that you signed the documents bing Mr. Stewart’s heir, say that you are his son who tried to stop him from killing himself, but he couldn’t, there are no security cameras here. Do you understand?


    – But it’s wrong to lie,” I say quietly.


    – Yes, but you’re not lying, you became his son, just don’t say you never lived with him, understand? Don’t lie, just don’t say you were adopted at the time he decided to kill himself.


    – Got it, okay.


    After this brief conversation exactly that happened, the police took me to the police station and took my statement, the next day it was confirmed that it was really a suicide and the body was released for burial. He was buried in a beautiful ce, full of flowers. I will go tomorrow with Mr. Janes to get my new (in this case only) documents, and he will exin to me what exactly I am heir. These two days I stayed in a hotel, very luxurious andfortable.


    In those days that I was alone inside the hotel, I dreamt of a woman, she was beautiful, and I miss her, I don’t know who she is, but my heart wants to see her.


    – Mr Stewart, this will be yourst night in the hotel, tomorrow we will take the issue of your documents and then I will exin to you exactly how everything works. Janes tells me as we leave the cemetery.


    – Thank you for everything you are doing for me.


    The taxi driver starts and takes me to the hotel.


    *** One weekter


    I look at myself in the mirror and fix my tie, then I take the clock on the table and I set it on my wrist, I check the time, it’s exactly: six thirty in the morning.


    Today I will be introduced as the newest owner of Stewart’s empire, it is a (or even the best)pany in the architecture and construction business, it works with the most diverse sectors that need professionals of this area. From small houses to the construction ofrgepanies. The headquarters is in New York, but we have branches in other cities and even countries.


    Ib my hair once more, grab my car keys and leave the mansion.


    Who would say, from beggar to millionaire. Thanks to the money I managed to get my driver’s license in only three days, I went to several doctors to see if there was any problem with my head, because no matter how hard I try I can never remember anything. The tests didn’t work, so I prefer to leave it at that, I just hope I don’t disappoint Mr. Jo?o.


    I start my BMW and drive calmly through the streets. A music starts to y on the stereo, a romantic country song, the blurred face of the woman in my dreamses back, but clearly I can only see her beautiful honey coloured eyes.


    In a few minutes I park the car and see Jones waiting for me in front of thepany. I approach him.


    – Good morning, Mr. Jones! – I shake his hand and smile.


    – Good morning, Mr. Stewart! – smiling too – Ansiso? – asks me while we walk inside thepany.


    – Quite, I wonder how they will react when they meet me? – I ask as I put my hands in my pockets to disguise my nevorsis.


    – I’m sure they’ll like you, you’re handsome, kind, intelligent. You’ll get along with everyone,” he reassures me.


    – There was no one at the reception desk – Iment as we go to the lift.


    – Everyone is waiting for you in the meeting room. Thepany will only start today after you enter the president’s office.


    – Yes, I understand – I feel my fingers freezing inside my pockets.


    The lift stops on the fourteenth floor. We get out of the metal box and follow it to a dark ss door, the walls of the corridors are of light grey tones, I feel my heart pulsating strongly, anxiety sinning through every part of my body. I have never felt so nervous as I do now.


    Jones opens the door and enters, I enter right behind him. I notice that there must be more than three hundred people inside that room, everyone is squeezed in.


    – Good morning guys, how are you? This here is our new boss, son of thete Mr. John Stewart, Anael Stewart – he finishes his speech and I feel the curious looks on me.


    I take a step in front of Jones and then start to speak:


    – Hi guys – I speak smiling, I want to be as friendly as possible – It’s a pleasure to be here with you, I hope we can get along…


    I feel speech escaping my mouth at the same time that the eyes of my dreamse across mine, honey colored eyes, they are looking at me. It’s her! She is the woman who appears in my dreams! I feel my heart skip a beat.