Chapter 6 Meeting Jose

"Forgive me young master," Karina said, bowing, hot tears flowing down her cheeks.

"You can let her go," Allen ordered and they did. She stomped away in anger, not planning to let him off the hook so easily.

"I will make you pay for this, Allen," she mumbled.

Allen continued shopping and when he was done, he drove back home with the crowd looking at him in amazement. Getting home, he went straight to his grandmother's room.

"I want to visit the Silvercrest headquarters tomorrow please," he told her, making himself comfortable on the sofa.

"Of course Allen. I was just about to discuss that with you. I think it's time you get familiar with business around here and with time you'll be getting us deals," she said with a warm smile.

Hearing those words, excitement built up in Allen. "But I must say, I'm more interested in the wine business. Let me learn how it works," Allen pleaded.

Madam Ophelia was impressed by Allen's eagerness to learn. "Of course. Calloway will teach you everything you need to know. Just be focused," she advised.

Allen was eager to show off his skills and make money for the company too. He was prepared to put in his best for good results. However, the thoughts of Katherine still lingered in his mind.

"I told you I would make money one day," he muttered, as he retired to his room.

The next day, he was ready to tell Jose about everything that had happened.

His fingers scrolled through the contact list on his phone as he dialed Jose's number patiently waiting for him to pick the call.

"You're alive man? I thought Katherine buried you already," Jose said, grinning from the other end.

"Bro, you're not going to believe what happened," Allen responded, laughing. "Let's just meet at our usual spot."

After the call, he smiled, putting on a new shirt and a pair of shoes, as he drove to their usual spot.

Jose sat, patiently waiting at their usual street food place. A black Rolls Royce parked at a corner. He wondered what such an expensive car with a probably rich owner would be doing at such a place. He shrugged the thoughts off still searching for Allen.

Just then, a neatly dressed man walked out of the Rolls Royce. His presence made people murmur as they all wondered what a well-dressed man would be doing at a place like that.

"Hey man," Allen called out to Jose who almost couldn't recognize him.

Jose looked at him in disbelief.

"What happened to you!" Jose asked, his mouth slightly opened. "You look so different!"

"Let's talk about it over a meal and a few drinks. All bills are on me," Allen told Jose, who was still in shock.

After they ordered food, they both sat to talk about Allen's newly found riches.

"Now tell me, what bank did you rob?" Jose asked with a laugh.

"Bro, I'm a Herondale. I found my long lost family and I'm the heir to a vast fortune," Allen said, still in shock himself.

"You mean the Herondales, owners of the silvercrest group of conglomerates? You hit the jackpot!" Jose screamed, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Look at this," Allen said, showing Jose the infinity card. "It has billions in it."

"Billions?!" Jose screamed, while observing the card. "You mean this small thing contains such a huge amount. Katherine made a huge mistake leaving you. Have you told her yet?"

"I only hope when she realises, it won't be too late," Allen said, bowing his head, a hint of sadness written on his face. "By the way, how would you like to work at my company?"

A smile crept to Jose's face when he heard those words.

"Yes I would love to," Jose blurted out in excitement. They always had a pact that whoever made it first would take the other along and that's exactly what Allen was doing.

Just then, they were approached by a group of street goons. Allen immediately recognized them as they were the same people who always harassed him and Jose when he was still poor. Now, he has the power to deal with them.

"Allen and Jose as usual," the leader Macho, called, his baritone voice interrupting their conversation. He was a largely built six feet man that would make anybody tremble.

The other goons went to the other tables, harassing people there and scattering the tables.

"You know what we came for. Hand it over," Macho told them, stretching out his hands.

"We don't have any money," Jose quickly replied, trembling with fear. On days where they had money, they would take everything and other days they would beat them to a pulp.

"Allen's dressing says otherwise. Don't keep me waiting," Macho said, already starting to lose patience and slamming his hands on the table.

"Macho, you don't want to try me," Allen warned, looking straight into his eyes without fear. Everyone wondered what kind of courage Allen had.

"Leave this place without causing any trouble or you will regret this."

"You? Make me regret it?" Macho laughed with all his might. He said he will make me regret," he said to the other goons and they all burst out laughing.

"Allen don't," Jose pleaded, still trembling with fear. "You know what Macho is capable of."

"I can handle this," Allen calmed him down.

"Who do you think you are?" Macho said, grabbing Allen's collar with his large hands. "You seem to forget who the king is around here Allen."

"I pity you Macho. When my men get here, you will regret ever being born!" Allen fired back, his eyes filled with rage.

"This poor fool thinks he has imaginary men waiting to save him," Macho mocked and they all burst out laughing for a second time. Allen took out his phone, texting Calloway the address and what was happening.

"They will be here soon and by then you and your men will be begging for my forgiveness," Allen warned further but they ignored him.

After some minutes of waiting, Allen began to worry as they had not shown up yet and a little fear kicked in.

"Where are they?!" Macho screamed, grabbing his collar even tighter this time. "I will teach you a lesson."

The other goons started destroying the shop even more. Macho raised his hands, almost punching Allen, when the sound of screeching tires interrupted them. Strong men in black charged towards the shop.

"How dare you try to hurt the young master Herondale!" Mr Calloway screamed in anger. The goons started to tremble, seeing such well dressed men and exotic cars.