The Dumb Heir

Mrs. Johnson couldn't contain her excitement after taking a short ride in her new Tesla Cybertruck. She immediately called Jerry, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Hi, my precious son! I've gotten the car type I want," she said, barely able to hide her pride.

Jerry replied, "Okay, that's good. But I'm traveling right now, so I'll order the accountant to meet with you. Just go to him and tell him the amount." Mrs. Johnson smiled, knowing that Jerry trusted her judgment and wasn't concerned about the details of her purchase.

She was amused that Jerry didn't even ask what type of car she had bought, confident in her taste and decision-making. "I'll take care of it, dear," she said, before hanging up the phone. Mrs. Johnson felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that she had the freedom to make her own choices and that Jerry supported her decisions.

With the financial arrangements taken care of, Mrs. Johnson couldn't wait to show off her new car to her friends and acquaintances. She was already planning her next social event, where she would proudly display her Tesla Cybertruck and bask in the admiration of her peers.

Even though the accountant paid without questioning his boss or Mrs. Johnson, his facial expression spoke volumes. "An old lady at your age, pride is consuming you," he whispered to himself, shaking his head in subtle disapproval. He couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into Mrs. Johnson, spending such a large amount of money on a car, especially one as flashy as the Tesla Cybertruck.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Johnson called Maybel, saying, "Hi, come over. We have to go shopping today." But Maybel replied, "My car is in the garage now." Mrs. Johnson laughed and said, "I can't ride in that mosquito car of yours. Just meet me at the Mile seven junction." With that, Mrs. Johnson hung up and got inside her Tesla Cybertruck, feeling like the queen of the road.

As she drove, she intentionally went slow, causing traffic and blowing unnecessary horns, drawing attention from everyone around her. All eyes were on the sleek, futuristic vehicle, but the people didn't know who was behind the wheel. Mrs. Johnson reveled in the attention, feeling like a celebrity as she cruised through the streets in her prized Tesla Cybertruck. She loved the way the sunlight reflected off the car's metallic surface, and the way the people on the sidewalk couldn't help but stare.

As Mrs. Johnson realized that the cars behind her were blowing their horns, she parked her Tesla Cybertruck in the middle of the road and got out, striking a pose to show off her new vehicle. The people around her were shocked to see Mrs. Johnson behind the wheel of the luxurious car. "Mrs. Johnson riding a Tesla?" they whispered to each other, their mouths agape.

As Mrs. Johnson gazed around, she noticed the cars behind her still blowing their horns. With a confident smile, she asked, "Could your entire generation afford this car?" The people behind her fell silent, intimidated by her wealth and status.

When Mrs. Johnson got back inside her car, she proceeded to drive to Mile seven to pick up Maybel. The cars following her gave her a wide berth, keeping a safe distance to avoid any potential costs or confrontations with the wealthy and influential Mrs. Johnson. They were all too afraid to get too close, knowing that she wouldn't hesitate to make them pay if they dared to cross her path.

As Mrs. Johnson drove away, the people around her couldn't help but whisper about her extravagant lifestyle and her new Tesla Cybertruck. Some admired her confidence and wealth, while others criticized her showy behavior. But Mrs. Johnson didn't care; she was too busy enjoying the attention and admiration that came with owning such a luxurious vehicle.

Maybel stood by the roadside, waiting for her ride. As she gazed into the distance, she spotted a sleek Tesla Cybertruck approaching, its futuristic design gleaming in the sunlight. "Wow, when am I going to have a taste of this car?" she thought to herself, admiring the vehicle's sleek lines and advanced features. She assumed the owner must be incredibly rich and influential.

As the car drew closer, Maybel's eyes widened in anticipation. And when it finally came to a stop right in front of her, she felt a thrill of excitement. But she didn't know who was behind the wheel until Mrs. Johnson stepped out of the car, turning around like a model, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a confident gaze.

Maybel was shocked to see Mrs. Johnson behind the wheel of the luxurious car, beaming with happiness and joy. She couldn't believe her friend's taste in cars and her ability to afford such an extravagant vehicle. "Let's party after shopping!" Maybel exclaimed, her excitement evident in her voice. Mrs. Johnson chuckled and replied, "As if you don't know me! I'm always ready to celebrate in style."

Mrs. Johnson's eyes sparkled with a hint of nostalgia as she added, "How I wish life could go backward just 10 years.I would let the world know who the real Johnson is." Maybel's eyes widened in curiosity, wondering what her friend meant by that statement. Was Mrs. Johnson referring to her business acumen, her wealth, or something more?

Despite the mystery, Maybel was thrilled to be spending the day with Mrs. Johnson, shopping and partying in her luxurious Tesla Cybertruck.

Simon was heading home from a long day of work when he did a double take. He couldn't believe his eyes - his mother, Mrs. Johnson, was getting out of a sleek Tesla Cybertruck in front of a popular pub. Simon quickly parked his car and observed the scene, wondering if he was hallucinating. "Maybe my eyes are deceiving me," he thought to himself.

Curiosity got the better of him, and Simon decided to walk into the pub to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. But what he saw wasn't just a dream or a hallucination - it was real. Mrs. Johnson was indeed inside the pub, and to Simon's surprise, she was accompanied by Maybel. What caught his attention, however, was that both women were wearing identical diamond jewelry worth a staggering two billion dollars.

Simon's eyes widened in shock as he took in the opulent scene. He couldn't believe his mother's extravagance and the fact that she was flaunting her wealth so openly. Without drawing attention to himself, Simon quietly slipped out of the pub, his mind racing with questions and concerns about his mother's behavior. 

Simon waited anxiously at home, determined to confront his mother about the Tesla Cybertruck he had seen her driving during the day. He had been seething with anger and concern since he saw her getting out of the luxurious vehicle, and he couldn't wait to ask her about it. But when she stumbled in at 8 pm, reeking of alcohol and looking disheveled, Simon's resolve wavered. He decided to wait for a more opportune moment to discuss the issue, when his mother was sober and more likely to listen to reason.

The next day, Simon approached his senior sister Rudy and asked, "Who gave Mom that car?" Rudy's response only added to the mystery. "I don't think that car belongs to Mom," she said, furrowing her brow. "Maybe she just borrowed it from a friend." Simon's skepticism grew. Why would his mother borrow such an expensive car, and from whom?

Undeterred, Simon went straight to his mother's room and woke her up from her slumber. "Who bought this car for you?" he demanded, his voice firm but controlled. Mrs. Johnson's response was evasive. "What's your problem, Simon?" she snapped, rubbing her temples.

Simon pressed on, his voice growing more insistent. "Who bought you this car?" Mrs. Johnson's reply sent Simon's temper soaring. "Jerry," she said nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal.

Simon's body began to shake with rage. "Do you know the price of that car?" he thundered, his face reddening. "Why are you trying to bankrupt the company with your irrelevant lifestyle? Would you have done this if Dad were alive? This is pure witchcraft!" he exclaimed, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.

Mrs. Johnson's face turned pale, and she shot back, her voice trembling with emotion. "Are you calling me a witch?" she repeated, her eyes welling up with tears. "I regret bringing you into this world!" She turned to Rudy, her eyes blazing with anger. "Did you hear him calling me a witch?" she demanded, her voice rising to a crescendo.

Simon's reaction remained unwavering as he continued to confront his mother like a stranger. Mrs. Johnson tried to downplay the situation, saying, "We have a trillion dollars in our account. What's this money doing? A Cybertruck is just a drop in the ocean compared to the family's savings." She seemed to be rationalizing her extravagant purchase, but Simon was having none of it.

 Simon stood firm, his arms folded across his chest. "Why did you wait until Dad passed away to start splurging?" he demanded, his voice laced with frustration and disappointment. "He worked tirelessly to build this wealth, and he saved it for future generations because he knew what poverty felt like. He didn't want any of his descendants to experience it. And now, you're sending the family backwards with your reckless spending."

Before Simon could finish, Mrs. Johnson had already called Jerry, who was outside securing a deal. She told him that Simon had called her a witch, and Jerry's anger was palpable. "Simon, apologize to your mother right now," Jerry demanded, his voice stern and authoritative. But Simon refused. "I won't apologize," he said firmly, his tone unyielding. "She's being reckless and irresponsible with the family's wealth, and someone needs to call her out on it."

Jerry warned Simon that if he didn't apologize, he would sell his shares in the company and remove Simon's name from the business. But Simon stood his ground. "I was going to tell you anyway that I'm not interested in the company," he said. "Sell my shares and give me my money. My money can't be used to buy a Tesla for an old lady who should be thinking about her legacy, not flaunting her wealth."

Jerry's curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean by buying a Tesla for an old woman?" he asked, confusion etched on his face. Simon replied, "What car did you buy for your mother?" Jerry's response was immediate. "I told her to choose her dream car. What's your problem?" He seemed genuinely perplexed by Simon's reaction.

Simon's response was biting. "I have no problem, but if you can buy a Tesla for such an old lady, then you're not fit to control my shares. You're not showing any fiscal responsibility or prudence. You're just enabling her reckless behavior." Jerry's eyes widened in shock. "Did my mom choose a Tesla?" he asked, his voice laced with incredulity.

Simon replied, "Go to her Instagram page for confirmation. She's been flaunting it all over social media." With that, Simon handed the phone back to Rudy and walked away, leaving Jerry to process the revelation. Rudy was shocked by the exchange, and she couldn't help but wonder what had changed her mother so drastically since their father's passing.

Meanwhile, Jerry discovered that his mother had indeed bought a Tesla, and he was furious. He called the accountant, demanding to know how this had happened. The accountant's response was straightforward. "You told me to approve any amount, so I did. I thought you were aware of the purchase." Jerry's face fell, realizing too late the consequences of his own words. He had given his mother carte blanche, and she had taken full advantage of it.

Jerry's expression turned thoughtful as he considered the situation. He thought to himself, "I'll retrieve the Tesla and get her a different car that's more suitable for her age and style." But then he remembered the family's wealth, the trillion dollars in their account that he and his mother always talked about. "We can afford it," he thought, shrugging off the concern.

Despite his initial reservations, Jerry decided to let the matter slide, at least for now. However, his annoyance with Simon's refusal to apologize simmered just below the surface. "I'll deal with Simon later," he vowed to himself. "He needs to learn to respect our family's dynamics and traditions."

Jerry's mind was already racing ahead to the conversation he would have with Simon, planning his words and strategy. He would make sure Simon understood the importance of family loyalty and respect. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the revelation about his mother's purchase.

As he pondered the situation, Jerry couldn't help but wonder what had driven his mother to make such an extravagant purchase. Was it a midlife crisis, a desire for attention, or simply a case of being spoiled? Whatever the reason, Jerry knew he needed to have a conversation with his mother about her spending habits and the family's values.

But when Jerry returned from his trip, all his thoughts of sitting his mother down and discussing her extravagant spending habits disappeared. He swept the issue under the carpet, choosing to focus on other matters instead. The Tesla Cybertruck and his mother's lavish lifestyle were no longer on his radar, as he prioritized other pressing concerns.

With a busy schedule and multiple responsibilities, Jerry didn't revisit the conversation about his mother's spending. The issue remained unresolved, lingering in the background as Jerry attended to more immediate matters. 

A week later, Simon realized Jerry had failed to rein in their mother's extravagant spending. Determined to address the issue, Simon marched into Jerry's office, but what he saw took him aback. His mother and Maybel were sitting in Jerry's office, sipping coffee and chatting like they were old friends. Simon greeted them, but they didn't respond, their faces expressionless. He turned to Jerry, who was sitting behind his desk, his eyes fixed on some papers in front of him. Simon tried to catch Jerry's eye, but Jerry remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Simon shook his head in disgust and walked out of the office, feeling frustrated and disappointed. He headed straight to the auditor's office, hoping to get some answers about the company's finances. However, the auditor's response only added to Simon's frustration. "Jerry has instructed me not to disclose the company's financial information to you," the auditor said, his voice laced with regret. "I'm sorry, Simon. I wish I could help you, but Jerry's been very clear about who has access to the financials."

With that, Simon tendered his resignation as construction director, deciding it was time to forge his own path. He couldn't continue working in an environment where transparency and accountability seemed to be lacking. Before leaving, he sought out his sister Rudy's insight into the company's finances, hoping she might be able to shed some light on the situation. However, her response only fueled his anger. "If you want to know what's in the account, go and kneel down to apologize to Mother first," Rudy said, her words dripping with sarcasm. "That's the only way you'll get access to the financials."

Simon's anger boiled over, and he knew he had made the right decision in leaving the company. He was determined to start his own business, free from the toxic dynamics and financial mismanagement that plagued their family-owned enterprise. With a newfound sense of purpose, Simon began making plans for his next chapter, one that would be free from the suffocating grip of his family's dysfunctional dynamics.

The company board sat with Jerry to discuss Simon's sudden resignation, a development that had sent shockwaves through the organization. Jerry, however, seemed unfazed, his expression unyielding as he addressed the board. "He can go anywhere he wants," Jerry said, his voice devoid of emotion. "It's not a big deal to me."

But one assistant, clearly uncomfortable with Jerry's nonchalance, spoke up. "Sir, if I may ask, isn't it concerning that your mother is tapping into the company's account more often? Shouldn't we be discussing ways to implement checks and balances to prevent any potential misuse of funds?"

Jerry's response was swift and dismissive. "Had you not been paid? Or are we owing you?" he asked, his tone dripping with disdain. The board members exchanged uneasy glances, and it was clear that they were split in their opinions. Some seemed to agree with Jerry's stance, while others appeared troubled by his lack of concern.

Jerry, however, remained resolute. "I'm the president, and my words are final," he declared, his voice firm. "Now that my brother has resigned, if he wants his job back, he'll need to apologize to his mother. That's the condition."

The meeting was attended by all the family members, and Simon, who had been quietly observing the proceedings, stood up. "Thank you, board members, for your time," he said, his voice calm and collected. "I think I've heard enough." With that, he turned and walked out of the meeting room, leaving the others to wonder what the future held for the company and the family.