The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 11

his dormitory. He had to constantly look at the phone in his hand to remind himself that he was no longer a poor peasant but a rich man. Darius smiled.  He was no longer going to live a pitiful life anymore. The cab stopped him outside his dormitory. As it was a Sunday evening the dormitory was slightly deserted. It was normal, as during this time of the day the rich people in his campus were taking the girls out on dinner dates or the couples were doing their thing. Darius sighed. If it were before he found out his true identity he would also be among the people taking their girlfriends for dinner dates with the miserable amount of money he had. Darius got to his dorm room thinking about it and opened the door. However, he was greeted by several bro hugs which broke him out of his reverie. “Darius!” Rudd exclaimed, giving Darius a very tight hug. He had missed Darius and worried everyday about him. “Rudd.” Darius responded lightly. However he was glad that his friends missed him. Greg and Marcus also gave Darius friendly and warm bro hugs before separating from him. They too had missed their dorm mate and friend. They had been really worried when he left them at the police station after his abrupt break up with Sarah and went AWOL for two days, but after seeing him now, they were now relaxed and their hearts were at ease. “I’m sure you haven’t eaten since.” Rudd said. He walked to the table in the dorm and brought out a wrapped baggage then handed it to Darius. “That is your favorite meal I got from TFC.” Rudd said, smiling widely. Darius remembered TFC, which was short for ‘Tasty Fried Chicken.’ It was a top food company that was ranked 67th globally. Darius could barely afford a single meal there before and would have to save up his money from part time work for months before he could afford his favorite meal there, as it cost $200. As a result, he only treated himself to TFC meals when he had achieved something noteworthy, and felt the need to congratulate himself or times like this when Rudd or his dorm mates bought it and gave it to him. However that was then. He remembered seeing TFC on the list of companies under the Reid Consortium with yearly revenue of around $90B, which meant he was indirectly the owner of TFC now. He could now afford the most expensive meal at TFC without any problem. Darius smiled and collected the meal from Rudd’s outstretched hands. He was eternally grateful that he had

walking towards the entrance to the mansion, with Bruce following closely. They had done their job and finally found the heir to the Reid Consortium. Everything was up to Darius now. Darius boarded a cab that took him back to his dormitory. He had to constantly look at the phone in his hand to remind himself that he was no longer a poor peasant but a rich man. Darius smiled.  He was no longer going to live a pitiful life anymore. The cab stopped him outside his dormitory. As it was a Sunday evening the dormitory was slightly deserted. It was normal, as during this time of the day the rich people in his campus were taking the girls out on dinner dates or the couples were doing their thing. Darius sighed. If it were before he found out his true identity he would also be among the people taking their girlfriends for dinner dates with the miserable amount of money he had. Darius got to his dorm room thinking about it and opened the door. However, he was greeted by several bro hugs which broke him out of his reverie. “Darius!” Rudd exclaimed, giving Darius a very tight hug. He had missed Darius and worried everyday about him. “Rudd.” Darius responded lightly. However he was glad that his friends missed him. Greg and Marcus also gave Darius friendly and warm bro hugs before separating from him. They too had missed their dorm mate and friend. They had been really worried when he left them at the police station after his abrupt break up with Sarah and went AWOL for two days, but after seeing him now, they were now relaxed and their hearts were at ease. “I’m sure you haven’t eaten since.” Rudd said. He walked to the table in the dorm and brought out a wrapped baggage then handed it to Darius. “That is your favorite meal I got from TFC.” Rudd said, smiling widely. Darius remembered TFC, which was short for ‘Tasty Fried Chicken.’ It was a top food company that was ranked 67th globally. Darius could barely afford a single meal there before and would have to save up his money from part time work for months before he could afford his favorite meal there, as it cost $200. As a result, he only treated himself to TFC meals when he had achieved something noteworthy, and felt the need to congratulate himself or times like this when Rudd or his dorm mates bought it and gave it to him. However that was then. He remembered seeing TFC on the list of companies under the Reid Consortium with yearly revenue of around $90B, which meant he was indirectly the owner of TFC now. He could now afford the most expensive meal at TFC without any problem. Darius smiled and collected the meal from Rudd’s outstretched hands. He was eternally grateful that he had like these three who did not care about his background and poverty. He thought about telling them about his identity as the head of the Reid Consortium, but ultimately decided against it. There was little chance that they’d