THE POOR ORPHAN WHO BECAME A BILLIONAIREEN

Sam caressed the silver ring with his thumb, this was the umpteenth time he was doing it, he just couldn’t get it off his head that he was going to propose to Amelia. He had dropped out of college to secure a job to pay her fees. Tomorrow was the big day, finally; he was going to propose to the love of his life, Amelia’s graduation ceremony was the following day, and Sam had planned to propose to her on that day. It was the best time since she was done with school and would be more than ready to settle down with him. He was anxious and he couldn't get rid of the heaviness in his heart. Sam didn’t necessarily need to work at a restaurant, he could have worked anywhere else, but he chose this fancy restaurant because he wanted to learn how to propose to a lady, and it happens often in restaurants like this. “What the hell are you brooding about, new guy?” George, one of the waiters in the restaurant waved in Sam’s face, startling him and jolting him out of his reverie. Sam was a li

Derek quickly held Amelia, when he heard the sound, trying to protect her from imminent danger; Amelia raised her head and gasped when she saw Sam standing right in front of her. Her heartbeat skyrocketed, but she immediately tried to maintain composure as she stared at him in surprise. She never expected to see him working in a restaurant, what the hell! She muttered in her mind. Sam and Amelia held each other’s gaze for a few seconds until the manager came in between them; doing all he could to hold back the ferocious anger that was burning deep inside of him. “I’m really sorry for the inconvenience, please come in and make yourselves comfortable,” the manager said, displaying a rather forced smile that was evidently obvious. Derek brushed his dark curls and sighed, blinking his attractive eyelashes at Sam, he had gray eyes and was quite handsome with a well-caved jaw. He was also built, although not as much as Sam. Derek was about to accept the manager’s apology when Sam sudde

The manager, Sam, and the waiters who were watching the drama all turned to the direction the voice came from, no one noticed when he entered the restaurant or where he came from; and surprisingly. It wasn’t just one man. The old man sat on one of the fancy chairs in the restaurant, behind him were ten well-built men, with stern faces, black suits, and dark sunglasses. Only the old man was wearing a suit that seemed more expensive, it was a tuxedo. His hair was all gray, and there were wrinkles on his face. The manager recognized the kind of people who dressed that way, he must be one of the rich moguls in Los Angeles, he thought. How the hell did they get in, without anyone noticing, the manager couldn’t understand what was really happening. Nevertheless, he had to act respectfully. The old man stood up from where he was sitting and walked briskly towards Sam and the manager, the sound of his shoes was the only thing that echoed in the restaurant at that moment. When he g

Sam had been getting too many surprises and shocks for one day, he looked up at the old man from where he was sitting, his eyes glowing in amazement. It was a fucking joke, Sam concluded in his mind and a slight grin appeared on his face. “This is not a joke Sam,” the old man said, as if he read his mind; giving Sam a hand to help him up his feet. The surprise and confusion slowly returned to Sam’s face again. What the hell was going on here? What does he mean by a young master? Sam asked himself again, staring at the old man confusedly. “My name is Clinton Wells, you’ll have to come with me Sam,” the elderly man shook Sam's hands, a small wrinkled grin lingering on his face. "Hey, stop! Are you kidding me? Why would I trust you? You said the restaurant belongs to this poor loser? I think you must be a patient from mental hospital! And these men in black, they must be your wardmates!" Borris laughed, he didn't believe a word of the old man. He just wanted the police to come so

The healthy rays of the morning sun, found their way into Sam's large bedroom, going straight for his eyes, the curtains weren’t closed when he fell asleep last night. The brightness of the sun shone brightly in his eyes.He robbed it slowly with the back of his palm, and then suddenly he gasped on the king-sized bed, his eyes wide open and filled with the same surprise and confusion as yesterday. When Sam saw where he was, he relaxed himself and covered his face with both of his hands, this was still like a dream to him. He would have gone back to his small apartment if all these didn’t happen all of a sudden. Until now, he still had little doubts in his heart about this whole turnaround, it was necessary; everything happened too fast, and he was taking the change well. He was about to get out of bed when his cell phone rang on the bedside table that had a beautiful luxury lamp on it. Sam went over and stared at the caller, it was just a number with no contact name. Reluctantly,

“Did you by any chance give someone such an amount you speak of, yesterday?” The bank manager asked, gazing at Sam curiously. Sam was rather confused by his question, why would he give someone a hundred million dollars, when he himself had just gotten the same amount of money the previous day? Seeing the confusion in Sam’s eyes, “Something like a gift to someone,” he clarified. Sam gave a negative nod, still looking lost. The manager seemed to have remembered something, the previous day, a wealthy man had gifted his grandson a hundred million dollars; so he thought maybe Sam was the man, that would have confirmed that he truly had such an amount in his bank. The little crowd in the bank had their attention and ears on the matter that was happening between Sam and the bankers, it was rather embarrassing for Sam; even now that he became totally rich overnight, he was still being ridiculed. When the manager saw that Sam wasn’t the person he had expected him to be, his face reverted

Sam’s phone ranged so loud inside the bank, because of the silence, it startled some of the customers and it angered the bank manager. “Turn the phone off Mr. Sam, this is a banking hall,” the bank manager growled, fury in his eyes. Sam had been tempting him to pour out his anger for some time now, and he was finally succeeding. Everybody inside the bank turned their attention to Sam whose phone was still ringing aloud, even the man who was busy dialing the honorable guest's number looked at him disgustedly because of the sound. Sam didn’t listen to the bank manager, he didn’t care about the eyes that were staring at him, he was getting used to this everyday humiliation; yesterday it was at the restaurant and now today, it was in a bank. His life had gone from bad to good, and to bad again since Amelia left him for Derek. Sam looked at the manager scornfully, before picking up the call and he immediately he did, the middle-aged man that was calling the honorable guest saw that th

“Pack your things and leave at once, I’ll have your sack letters ready in no time,” The president urged, he was so mad at them for treating a customer in such a way. It wasn’t even because Sam was an important guest, it was ordinary decency to treat a customer well.The whole bank was silent again for a moment, all the workers in the bank including the customers were all shocked by the sudden decision that Christopher Logan just made. The manager and his clerk were too surprised to even utter a word, Christopher was a very strict man when it came to discipline. They won’t be able to plead with him to forgive them, that was the end of their jobs. Sam wasn’t surprised that they were sacked, and he didn’t try to plead on their behalf, they deserved it for the humiliation they did to him, people like them do not deserve to work at a place like this. He was totally disappointed in their service. Being ridiculed and humiliated at the restaurant was still acceptable since he was a worker

Sam was angry with what Amelia just said, but he maintained composure, he was a wealthy man now, and getting unnecessarily angry wasn’t ideal, he’d let his money speak for him. Although she was just talking only to Sam’s friends, the crowd in front of the post was surprised at her behavior. It was irrational and immature, some people who wanted to get jobs from the post walked away disgustedly, but still, the crowd didn’t reduce, who wouldn’t want to work in a prestigious company? Sam’s friends were furious at her words, they had no idea that she and Sam had broken up, was it because of that, she wouldn’t offer them a job? “That’s kind of stupid, Amelia, just because you’re anchoring this post doesn’t make you a god you know,” one of Sam’s roommates in college spoke out outrageously. He was upset about Amelia’s mindset, they were inheriting another man’s sin. Amelia gave him a stern look without uttering a word, she continued attending to people that weren’t Sam’s friends, howev

Amelia was laughing like it was a joke, but she was actually calling security on her cell phone. “Hello, we have a problem here, at Derek’s and Co post…..yeah,....please hurry up,” She dropped the call with a smile. Sam wasn’t embarrassed by their laughter, nor was he moved by the call Amelia just made; he didn’t care anymore; they were all ignorant of his current state so he expected nothing less. A few of Sam's roommates, that didn’t join in insulting Sam when Amelia ordered it, were still there watching the scene, they were still trying to believe that all Sam was saying was the truth, because, even though they won’t talk bad against him, they knew how poor Sam was.Sam smiled and brought out the entry card that certifies you as an employer in the job fare. Showing it to Amelia and her doubting gang of betrayals, the laughter subsided when they saw the card Sam was holding, it was just like the ones sitting on Amelia’s table. It was meant only for employers. “That’s probably a