MR. West...1

I know I said I would not post the story till January, but I'm bored.  So I decided to post this first part, as well as part 2  which is the preview that I posted earlier, but with more added to it.  I hope you guys like it.  Its starts of a little slow, but will pick up after the meeting with the leading lady.

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Now that I am back in Houston, I can put what happened behind me forever.   It had been almost eight months since the incident with Brandon and his family, but it was over now.  I did not plan on dwelling on it longer than need be.    I had checked on the woman who was my sister, and according to the blood that was taken from her and Jason while they were in the hospital, we all shared the same father.  That did mean anything.  I did not want to have anything to do with them.  I did not know them, and did not want to get to know them.  As far as I am concerned they are strangers.

As I pulled up to my home in a very secure gated community, I got out to get my mail.  There was really nothing there since I have yet to set roots anywhere.  I have never used credit cards, so I had no bills.  Everything I bought was in cash.  My bank accounts were all in the Caribbean so there was no trace of it.   There were flyers for the local grocery store, and a newsletter form the community.   Among the letters was a manila envelope with the return name showing West Industries.  I knew this to be the company that Brandon’s father or owned.  I did not open the letter, but got into my car and pulled into my garage.  All the lights immediately turned on inside the house, and the sensors were on as well.  I had this house built from the ground up.  I knew what I wanted, and I had no intention on buying something someone else had wanted. I had a friend of mine come in and wire the whole thing as the house was being built.  The security system is state of the art.  Cameras, trip sensors, bullet proof glass, invisible laser beams, you name it I got it.   I have learned that you can never be too careful.  If you are always ready, there is no need to get ready.  The finished product looked nicer than what I had envisioned.  I remember when I was younger my mom had seen a house similar to this in a magazine and said that one day she would live in one.  The house was all brick, two stories with huge double mahogany doors surrounded by brushed glass.  It had a huge window above the door, so that if you were standing across the street, you could see the second level of the house.  The house had five bedrooms and 4 ½ bathrooms.  I did not need the space, but I knew this is what my mother would have wanted.  I got out of my car and head in the house.  Walking through the kitchen which was state of the art, I was glad I could cook, because all these gadgets would have all gone to waste.  I placed the envelope on the kitchen counter, and went to the fridge to get something to drink. I turned on the TV to catch what was happening on CNN.  The light on the machine was blinking, which means I have messages.  Being that no one had this number, I knew it could only be one person calling me.  Looking at the display, it showed I had 23 messages.  He won’t give up.  I told him I would not be returning to the bureau.  I decided to open the letter from West Industries.  In the envelope was thick, and had a bunch of letters and pictures in it.  The first one was from the company lawyer.

Dear Mr. West

In light of the recent tragedy that unfolded, West Industries has conducted a full investigation into the rightful predecessor of West Industries.  It has come to light that you, Ms. Lee, and Mr. Brooks are the rightful heirs to Gregory West’s fortune.  Being that you are the oldest the reins of the company get handed over to you, as per you father’s wishes.  We would like you to attend the board meeting being held next month.  Given you background, and education, we are sure you are well fit for the position of President & CEO of West Industries.

 I have attached some important documents for your review.  We are looking forward to hearing from you Mr. West.

Regards

D. Goodrich,

How did these people get my address?  How in the world did they find me?  Putting the letter down I picked up the other papers, and a few pictures.  I looked at the pictures first.  There was a picture of me and my mother, a picture of her and the man who I assume is my father Gregory West.   The next picture was of me and my father.  He was holding me and I was smiling.  I put the pictures down, and unfolded a piece of paper.   It was my birth certificate, and small prints of my feet.  On the line where the father’s name was supposed to be, the signature said Gregory West.  The other papers were copies of my report cards, and awards, showing that he had kept track of me.  The last paper was a copy of his will.  He had left everything to his surviving biological children.  First the bureau,  and now this.  I gathered the papers and picked up the manila envelope.  The envelope still had something inside.  I reached in a pulled out another small envelope.  Inside it was a piece of paper, with the name of a bank, an account number, and password.  I went to my laptop, and put in the name of the bank.  It was a private owned bank in the Dominican Republic.  Once I put in the acct number, and password and I was immediately taken to the account page.  The amount showing had me floored.  It showed a balance $475 million.  That could not be real.  A message pooped up on the screen. 

Mr. West, this is your inheritance, as left for you by your late father.  The remaining inheritance has been split up between your other two siblings.  West Industries is worth far more than that. 

We hope to see you at the meeting.

D. Goodrich.

Leaning back in my chair, I just looked at the screen.  I had money.  Working for the bureau had paid really well, but nothing like this.  I was financially stable, and did not need anything.  I can retire today, and never worry about money again, but 475 million, who needed that much money?   I closed the laptop, and went upstairs.  I am not going to deal with this now.  I’m going to go take a shower, lie down on my new bed, and catch some z’s.   A short while later, walking out of the bathroom, I noticed something missing.  My bed had no sheets, and I knew I did not have any in the closet.  I put on some basketball shorts and socks and sprawled across the bed as is.  I will get sheets tomorrow; tonight I’m going to sleep.  I reached on the night table and lifted the universal remote for the house.  I punched in a code, and armed the security system.  I usually sleep with my gun next to me, but it was unnecessary tonight.  Rolling over the last thoughts I had before sleep overtook me was about West Industries.  I made a mental note to check them out tomorrow.