Chapter 3 Alexander's POV

One day ago.

I adjusted my Italian silk tie and checked my Rolex watch for the fourth time in ten minutes, sitting tight in anticipation of what was about to transpire.

For thirty-two years, I had been trained for this particular day – the day I would officially inherit Thompson Enterprises.

Richard Thompson, my great uncle, mentor, and the closest thing I had to a father, was gone, but his legacy was going to live through me.

"The reading will begin momentarily," Charles Willis said as he walked into the room, "I trust everyone is present,"

I looked around the conference table. Everyone was indeed present – from the board members and key executives down to the long-time housekeeper, Mrs. Chen, who had been in the house for as long as I could remember. There were also a few relatives there to pick up the scraps that would undoubtedly fall to them.

But all eyes were on me, waiting for the 'coronation' that was thirty years in the making.

"Let's get on with it," I said, "I have a company to run,"

Willis cleared his throat and opened the folder that contained Richard's final will and testament.

"As you know, we're all gathered here to execute the last will of Richard Thompson..."

I zoned out, wondering how long it would take before we got to the good part. I was already mentally planning the changes I would implement in my first weeks as CEO.

I was going to take Thompson Enterprises to heights Richard never imagined.

"The estate includes all assets, properties, investments, business holdings," Willis said, "After careful consideration and multiple revisions over the past year, Mr. Thompson made his final decision regarding succession,"

Multiple revisions? Richard had never mentioned anything to me about changing his will. Perhaps, it was something of no consequence.

"To my great nephew, Alexander Thompson, I leave my personal effects, including my watch collection, vintage wines, and a sum of five million dollars," Willis read.

My blood turned to ice.

Personal effects? Watch collection? This was the inheritance of a favourite relative and not a CEO.

Murmurs ran through the rooms and I felt every eye turn to me. But I remained calm.

"Continue," I said.

Willis nodded, looking at me with unsolicited pity, "The remaining of my estate, including all shares of Thompson Enterprises and the position of Chief Executive Officer, I bequeath to Miss Lily Rose of Miami, Florida."

The silence that followed was deafening. I felt as though I had been punched in the chest. I sat up straighter, unable to process what I had just heard.

Was this some big joke?

"I'm sorry," I said, "Could you repeat that?"

With an irritating nod, Willis read through it again, keeping his tone carefully natural.

"Who the hell is Lily Rose?" I asked as several board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"I'm afraid I do not have extensive information about Miss Rose. Mr. Thompson was quite discreet about his reasoning,"

I shot to my feet, the foot of my chair scraping violently against the floor, "Discreet. Discreet! He handed a billion-dollar company to some random woman. And you call that discreet?"

"Alexander," Mrs. Chen spoke up, "There must be some sort of explanation –"

"Explanation?" I asked, eyes wide, "What possible explanation could there be for giving away my birthright to a total stranger?"

I turned back to Willis, "I want answers, William, and I want them now."

"I understand your shock, Alexander, but –"

"Don't," My voice dropped to a deadly whisper, "Don't you dare tell me you understand. I've spent my whole life preparing for this. And here you are telling me he gave it to nobody?"

Willis reached out and opened another folder, "Mr. Thompson did leave a letter explaining his decision but I doubt it would give you the closure you're looking for,"

"Read it."

"Alexander, perhaps in private –"

"Read it now!"

Willis sighed and pulled out a handwritten paper, "To those who may question my decision regarding Lily Rose, I offer this explanation. Leadership is not inherited by blood but earned through character. And although Alexander is intelligent and has the drive to succeed in business, he also lacks the heart to lead with necessary compassion,"

Humiliation burned through me as Willis spelled out each word.

"Miss Lily faced adversity that would break most people but she emerged with her humanity intact. She creates rather than destroys and she sees potential where others see problems. I have no doubt that she is the future this company needs,"

He went on to read more but I stopped listening. Each word felt like a blow, one that cut too deep.

"That's enough," I finally said.

Willis stopped reading and folded the letter, "Alexander, I understand this is difficult..."

"Difficult?" I laughed, but it lacked humor: "Difficult is an understatement for this betrayal."

I paced the conference room, "I want to know about this Lily Rose. Who is she? What is her background? How does she know my great uncle?"

"Well, I'm afraid I can only share limited information but I can tell you she's currently employed in an art supply store..."

"Interesting. He gave his billion-dollar empire to someone who works retail," I said in utter disbelief.

One of the board members spoke up, "Alexander, perhaps we should discuss the legal options. I'm certain there are grounds to contest –"

"No," I cut in, surprising everyone and myself too, "If Richard wanted to play games, then fine, we'll play games. But what I'm not going to do is contest the will like some desperate relative fighting for scraps,"

I straightened my jacket and walked back to my chair, "I want every single detail about this Lily Rose. Where she works, how she came to know Richard, and what she eats for breakfast. I want her entire life story on my desk by tomorrow morning,"

"Alexander, what are you planning?" Willis asked.

"I'm going to find out what's so special that my great uncle thought was worth destroying this family for. And then," I paused, my eyes filled with cold determination, "I'm going to take back what's mine,"

With that, I picked up my coat and briefcase and moved towards the door with quick steps.

Willis' voice reached me, "Where are you going?"

I paused at the door with my hand already on the handle, "To meet the woman who stole my life. Don't worry, Willis. I'll be the perfect gentleman. After all, I wouldn't want to disappoint Uncle Richard's memory by showing my true colours,"

With that, I left her room and took the elevator ride down, stepping into the sunlight with one thought burning in my mind.

Let's see how special you really are, Lily Rose.