The Heir

HE pulled over to the parking lot of a top local restaurant in town. Based on his research, it has the highest ratings amongst its competitors. The food was excellent, cooked by five stars Michelin chefs. It has a beautiful ambiance, suitable for special occasions like anniversaries and wedding proposals, and the service was incredibly great. Well, it was kinda exaggerated for him, though. Somewhat, all restaurants are the same. Trying to give the best service they know to gain or attract customers.

Maximilian was about to get off his car when his phone rang. His wife was calling him, and he had a hunch what that was about.

“Max, where are you now? Did you go to the—”

“I decided to have my suit tailored. A friend of mine recommended a great tailor, and I am heading to his shop to see him now.” Ah, now he needed to ask Wilfred for a tailor-made suit.

“Heading there? Just now?” Victoria sounded like she was in doubt.

“Yes.”

“And why, Max? We parted for a couple of hours already.”

“I dropped by to the hospice because my mother wants to see me.” There go the lies again. It was starting to become a habit, and it kinda made him feel bad for Victoria.

“O-oh… How is she? Is there a problem?”

just that she asked me to run

me know how

to worry about it, Victoria. I can pay for my suit,”

get me wrong,

to pay for my own suit. So…

He heard Victoria heaved

got off the car

doorman suddenly blocked his way. He even pushed him to

allowed to go inside,” the doorman with a loud baritone

is it chartered at the

You are not allowed to come in

Did he really have to experience discrimination two times in

while, trying to think of a way to convince the doorman to let him in

woman seemed busy talking with a customer. “See that girl? I know her,” Maximilian told the doorman as he pointed at

beckoned a waiter and