The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 9

a lot for you to handle as you are still a student, so you’d need a personal assistant.” “Normally, I would have employed one for you, but as the new head, you need to do such things by yourself. After all I would not always be there to give you a helping hand.” Darius nodded. He saw sense in what his grandfather said. He could definitely not handle the intricate details of the Reid consortium and still be a top student. What he needed was a capable and honest personal assistant who he could trust with such intricate details of the Reid consortium. The assistant would handle everything regarding the consortium and all he would need to do was go through the summary and sign some documents. However, he could not just hand over such delicate job to anybody. He needed to find someone he could really trust, and although his grandfather didn’t tell him, he knew that such person in his life was his butler, Bruce. “I understand, Grandfather.” Darius said. His grandfather smiled. Now everything regarding the handover was complete. He could finally take his well deserved rest after 40 years. His grandfather looked at the pitiful outfit his grandson was wearing and sighed. How could the new head of the Reid consortium be wearing such a pitiful outfit? It would be a disgrace if he was seen like this. “Darius, how much do you have in your bank account?” His grandfather asked. Darius shrunk slightly. He had no money in this account and even owed his dorm mates a sum of $5,000. His grandfather didn’t need Darius to say anything else. He knew that his grandson had been living a poor man’s life and didn’t have money. He motioned for Bruce to come closer and whispered something in his ears. Bruce nodded in affirmation before hurrying out of the study. Darius grandfather, James Reid, turned to his grandson and brought out his phone. He typed away on the phone for a few seconds before putting his phone down on the study table. Darius looked at the phone with shock. There were only 10 of those models in the world, and

such person in his life was his butler, Bruce. “I understand, Grandfather.” Darius said. His grandfather smiled. Now everything regarding the handover was complete. He could finally take his well deserved rest after 40 years. His grandfather looked at the pitiful outfit his grandson was wearing and sighed. How could the new head of the Reid consortium be wearing such a pitiful outfit? It would be a disgrace if he was seen like this. “Darius, how much do you have in your bank account?” His grandfather asked. Darius shrunk slightly. He had no money in this account