The Dumb Heir

Rudy woke up to find coffee beside her, but there was no one in sight. Her mind racing, she wondered who could have brought it. "Maybe Pedro, my boyfriend?" she thought, but then realized Pedro didn't know her current location.

Just then, Simon walked into her room, his eyes piercing. "Was this the life Dad gave you?" he asked, his tone laced with disappointment.

Rudy felt a wave of shame wash over her. "I don't know why I followed Mom and Maybel," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Simon's gaze intensified. "Is this how your father, Johnson, trained you?" Rudy bowed her head, unable to meet with Simon's gaze.

"Well, if so, I won't talk about your matter again," Simon said, turning to leave.

But before he could go, Rudy held him back. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling.

Simon turned, his expression unyielding. "Do you wish to be like your mom?" he asked, his words dripping with disdain. "Since Dad passed on, liberty has become an abuse."

Rudy's eyes widened as Simon's threat hung in the air. "If you don't stop, I'll post your video online for others to see."

Rudy's face paled, and she was terrified. "Please, don't. I won't drink again," she pleaded.

Simon's expression remained stern. "By now, your father is turning in his grave. The noble family was rather waiting for his demise so they can reveal their true identity, shameless sister."

With that, Simon turned and left, striding towards his motorbike to head to work.

As Simon sat in his office, sipping his morning coffee, when his director, Tom, burst in with a big smile. "Boss, we've got fantastic news! We've secured the decor event, and the amount they're willing to pay is baffling!"

Simon's gaze narrowed slightly as he set his cup down. "Have you forgotten their motto? 'Trillion dollars at our disposal'." He raised an eyebrow. "Anyway, how much was their quotation?"

Mr. Tom's enthusiasm was undiminished. "We quoted 3 million dollars, and they just accepted it and signed the deal. It's a huge opportunity for us!"

Simon chuckled, a low, smooth sound. "Just accept the one million dollars and refund the two million into their account."

Mr. Tom's face changed, his eyes widening in surprise. "Sir, did you...did you mean to say that?" he stuttered.

Simon cut him off, his voice firm but polite. "I said refund their two million dollars. It's bad to take advantage of them. We're not going to rip them off just to make a profit."

Mr. Tom looked taken aback, but he knew better than to argue with his boss. "Y-yes, sir. I would do as you said," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Simon nodded, his expression calm and confident. "Good. See to it, Mr. Tom. I want this done ASAP."

Mr. Tom nodded hastily and beat a quick retreat, still looking a bit stunned. Simon watched him go, a small smile playing on his lips. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he contemplated the deal.

Simon returned to his computer, he began scanning the financial reports on his screen. As the CEO of his own company, he was keenly observing every detail. His phone lit up, and he saw Mrs. Comfort's name flashing on the screen.

Simon's mind raced as he wondered why she was calling. Hadn't his accountant paid this month's installment? He swiped to answer, his voice smooth and professional. "Good morning, Mrs. Comfort. What can I do for you?"

"Simon, Jerry has signed a paper granting his mother and Maybel access to withdraw money from the company account," Mrs. Comfort, the bank manager, said, her voice laced with concern.

Simon's expression remained calm, but his eyes narrowed slightly. Mrs. Comfort continued, "But, Simon, you have shares in the company. You can't sit idly by while such things continue; your father's legacy is diminishing."

Simon leaned back in his chair, his voice measured. "Your bank is lending me money, Mrs. Comfort. That indicates how I'm doing. I've taken care of my own affairs; whatever they do is not my concern."

Mrs. Comfort's voice took on a slightly sharper tone. "Simon, this isn't just about you. It's about the company's well-being. You need to take action; the money being taken from our bank is 10 times higher than the income they brought."

Simon smiled calmly. "I'll consider your concerns, Mrs. Comfort. But for now, I think I've got everything under control."

The conversation ended with Simon's confidence and clarity, leaving Mrs. Comfort to wonder. After the call, Mrs. Comfort said, "What kind of heir is this? As a state bank manager, I've never seen such a silly CEO in my life before." She couldn't understand how Mr. Johnson had chosen Jerry as his successor.

Meanwhile, Jerry had boarded a luxurious first-class flight to Dubai, courtesy of the company's funds. His mother, Mrs. Johnson, and girlfriend, Maybel, had convinced him to take the staff on a holiday.

"Look, ever since this company started, none of us have taken a break," Mrs. Johnson said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's take the staff to Dubai and make them happy." Maybel chimed in, "Yes, your mom is right. We all need a good time. You and I deserve it too, let's go!" Jerry couldn't resist their persuasive smiles.

Back at home, Simon returned from work, exhausted. He walked into the living room to find Rudy sprawled on the couch, her face pale and clammy.

"Well done, Madam Drunkard," Simon said dryly, trying to hide his concern. Rudy opened one eye, wincing at the light. "I didn't drink anything," she protested weakly.

Simon raised an eyebrow. "Then why can't you be yourself?" Rudy groaned, covering her face with a pillow. "I'm still suffering from yesterday's alcohol."

Simon attempted to pass by but halted, gazing at his sister twice. "Should I send you to the clinic?" he asked, his tone softening. Rudy peeked from under the pillow. "I wish so; I'm really suffering."

Simon sympathized with her plight. "Okay, I won't take you to any hospital or clinic. I have a hangover tea bag. Relax, let me prepare you a tea." He headed to the kitchen, Rudy's grateful smile following him.

As Simon prepared the tea, he noticed something amiss. The rooms were quiet, and the kitchen was silent. He whispered to himself, "Something's not adding up. Where are they?" Just then, his phone buzzed with an incoming notification.

The message was from Jenny his Girlfriend, with a cryptic text: "Your aimless family at it again, at Dubai this time around." Simon's eyes widened as he scrolled through the attached pictures and chilling videos. His family was living large in Dubai, courtesy of company funds.

Simon's expression darkened.

He said "Wow" and shook his head. "They've now upgraded to an international level."

 He brought Rudy the tea and made her rest. "This would be the last advice," he whispered, his tone firm but concerned. "If you fail to comply, I'll see you as a stranger, like my mom and senior brother." With that, he turned around, leaving Rudy to ponder his words.