I Inherited Trillions, Now What?-Chapter 76: Alexander Day One

"Alexander! Alexander!" A thunderous voice echoed through the grand halls of the exquisite Hampton estate. The source of the call was a man meticulously dressed in a sharp business suit, his striking features accentuated by a perfectly groomed beard.

Standing at the base of the sweeping staircase, he cast an impatient glance upward, waiting for his son. Turning to his assistant, Sebastian Hawthorne, he said with a hint of irritation, "Where is this kid, Sebastian?"

Sebastian, ever the picture of stoicism, replied in his calm, measured tone, "Sir, Alexander is still dressing. There was a slight issue with the size of his tuxedo earlier."

The man groaned in exasperation. "Hmm. I knew that tailor wasn’t up to standard. Sebastian, remind me to invest in a proper luxury brand next time," he said with a thoughtful frown.

Then, as if a new idea had struck him, he added, "That French company I’ve been hearing about—LV what, they seem to be performing well. Maybe we should acquire some shares there." He mused over the thought, his mind briefly drifting to the world of business, where every inconvenience became an opportunity.

"LVMH, sir," Sebastian replied, scribbling the note swiftly into his leather-bound notebook. It was a habit of his—keeping track of his boss’s many ideas. Despite his sharp business mind, his boss had a tendency to be, well, let’s say, unpredictable. He would throw out grand plans one day, forget about them for months, and then, on an uneventful afternoon, suddenly recall them in vivid detail, demanding answers to every minor aspect. It was up to Sebastian to ensure that everything was always ready when the moment came.

Truth be told, working for a man like his boss was no walk in the park. The tantrums, the eccentricities, the whirlwind lifestyle—it all kept Sebastian on his toes. His boss was an enigma, a puzzle no one could fully solve.

But as Sebastian observed him now, pacing and more frantic than usual, he couldn’t help but feel a peculiar admiration. For all his flaws, quirks, and moments of chaos, his boss had an undeniable brilliance. And when he delivered, the results were nothing short of extraordinary. In the end, Sebastian thought, the pros far outweighed the cons.

There he stood—Cassius Blackwell, the multi-billionaire on track to becoming the first man to cross the trillion-dollar mark on record. Cassius was a living embodiment of the American Dream. Born a poor boy in Chicago, he had scraped by to provide for his younger brother after they were abandoned as children. Through his brilliant mind and boundless determination, he had risen to the pinnacle of success. And now, at just 41 years old, he was in the prime of his life—unstoppable, untouchable.

At the moment, Cassius was frustrated. He had an important dinner to attend, and he was waiting—impatiently—for his perpetually tardy son. "Where is this boy?" he muttered under his breath. "If he can’t wear that tuxedo, can’t he find something else?" he grumbled, pacing the marble floors of the grand foyer.

The sound of footsteps descending the staircase finally caught his attention. "Finally," he muttered, turning toward the stairs with a sense of relief. But as the figure came into view, his expression darkened.

"Not again," he sighed, shaking his head.

There, wearing a suit a little too short for her, was his daughter, Stephanie, striding down the stairs with boundless energy. She marched confidently toward her father and stopped in front of him, tilting her chin up as she declared, "Dad, I’m ready to go." Her eyes shone with fervor, determination evident in her voice. She was set on following her father to one of his important meetings this time.

Cassius sighed, running a hand down his face. Looking down at her, he asked, "Oh, little one, where’s your mother?" His eyes darted around as if hoping Elisabeth would swoop in to save him from this conversation.

"She’s coming. She was right behind me," Stephanie replied matter-of-factly, crossing her arms. "And don’t change the topic, Dad. You promised to take me next time. You took Alex before, so it’s my turn." Her voice rose with frustration, a flash of anger crossing her young face.

Cassius groaned internally. "Oh, honey, okay," he started, crouching down to her level. "See, I promise I’ll take you next time. Today’s meeting is really important—"

But Stephanie wasn’t buying it. Her lips quivered, and tears began welling in her eyes. "No, Dad! You promised me!"

Cassius, clearly out of his depth, tried to smooth things over. "Okay, okay. What if you and Mommy go to the new island I just bought? You could start planning the renovations—"

"No, no, no! I’m coming with you!" Stephanie cried, tears spilling over.

A sharp voice interrupted the scene. "Cassius, what is wrong with you?"

Snapping his head up, Cassius saw Elisabeth descending the stairs. Her expression was a mix of anger and disbelief, her movements brisk as she crossed the room. Stephanie ran into her arms, crying into her mother’s lap as Elisabeth shot her husband a fierce glare.

"Why can’t you just take her?" she demanded, her voice low but dripping with frustration.

"You know why," Cassius replied tersely.

"No, no, I don’t know why. Why don’t you tell me again?" Elisabeth challenged, her tone scathing.

Cassius hesitated, then finally muttered, "She’s a girl. It doesn’t make any sense for her to come to these meetings."

Elisabeth froze, her face a storm of emotions before she snapped, "Are you even hearing yourself?" She turned toward Sebastian, who stood silently in the background. "Are you hearing the words your boss is saying?"

Sebastian glanced at the floor, remaining stoic. He had long grown accustomed to their arguments and wisely chose not to involve himself.

"Of course, you wouldn’t say anything," Elisabeth scoffed, shaking her head.

"Hey, don’t transfer all this onto Sebastian. This is all your fault," Cassius fired back, his voice rising defensively.

"My fault?" Elisabeth looked incredulous, holding Stephanie closer.

"Yes, your fault!" Cassius snapped. "You’re the one who put all these ideas into her head—filling her up with pointless, stupid goals and—"

"Pointless? Stupid?" Elisabeth repeated, her voice low and dangerous as Stephanie’s cries grew louder in her arms.

The room fell into a tense silence, Stephanie’s sobs the only sound as mother and father locked eyes, neither willing to back down.

Cassius threw up his hands in exasperation. "I mean, come on! The girl is wearing her brother’s suit!"

Elisabeth didn’t miss a beat, her glare unwavering. "Maybe if you allowed her to get her own suits, this wouldn’t be an issue."

Cassius sighed heavily. "What does she even need them for?"

It was clear neither of them was backing down, and the tension hung in the air like a storm about to break. Finally, Cassius let out a long breath and dropped to one knee, bringing himself to his daughter’s eye level.

"Hey, hey, little one," he said gently, his voice softer now. He placed his hands lightly on Stephanie’s shoulders and gave her a little shake.

Stephanie, still crying, peeked up from her mother’s lap. Her big, teary eyes met his, and for a moment, Cassius felt a pang of guilt. He offered her a warm, comforting smile.

"Don’t cry, little one," he said softly. "See, let’s make a deal. When I get back from the meeting, how about we go out—just the two of us? We’ll go to that amusement park you love. I’ll rent the whole place out, and we’ll eat junk food, ride all the rides, and just hang out. How does that sound?"

Stephanie hesitated, her head peeking out a little more from her mother’s lap. "Really?" she whispered, her voice small and unsure.

"Of course, honey," Cassius assured her, nodding earnestly. He leaned in closer and added in a conspiratorial whisper, "Just the two of us. No Alex."

Stephanie’s lips quivered as she tried to hold back a smile, and Cassius leaned in even closer, his voice barely audible. "And we won’t even bring your mother," he teased with a playful grin.

That earned him a small nod from his daughter, her tears beginning to dry. Elisabeth shot him a look that said she wasn’t entirely amused, but at least the storm had subsided—for now.

A tiny voice sounded from the top of the stairs. "I’m ready."

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All heads turned toward the sound.

Standing at the top of the grand staircase was a boy who couldn’t have been older than five. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, he looked like a miniature version of the man who commanded the room. His small frame exuded an air of seriousness, as if he were trying to mimic the powerful demeanor of his father, but to everyone watching, the effect was undeniably different.

Elisabeth’s heart softened at the sight of her youngest child. He looked so determined, so intent on seeming big and important in his oversized world. She smiled faintly, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. Instead, her heart ached. Turning her gaze toward Cassius, she felt a pang of sadness. She knew what her husband saw when he looked at their son, and it filled her with a deep, unspoken worry.

Stephanie, on the other hand, clenched her fists. Anger flared in her young heart as she stared at her brother. Once, she had adored him, doting on him when he was just a baby. But everything changed the moment he learned to walk. From then on, he seemed to monopolize their father’s attention. Her dislike for him had grown steadily ever since. Seeing him now, standing there so self-assured, only fueled her resentment.

Sebastian, ever stoic, stood to the side, his face unreadable. His only loyalty lay with his boss, Cassius. While he maintained courteous behavior toward the rest of the family, his respect and dedication didn’t extend beyond the man who paid his salary. To him, this moment was just another instance of family theatrics—something he was long accustomed to.

But Cassius… Cassius was beaming. Pride radiated from his every pore as he looked at his son. To him, the boy was more than just his child—he was a reflection of himself, an extension of everything he had built and achieved. Cassius had been called many things in his lifetime: a genius, a business guru, a financial god. Yet none of those titles mattered when he looked at his son. All he could think was that his boy would surpass him, that he would shape him to be greater than anyone could imagine.

In that moment, Cassius made a silent vow: No matter what it takes, my son will be greater than me than anyone i would make sure of that.

Meanwhile, at the top of the stairs stood a young Alexander Blackwell, looking down on his family members. His gaze was distant, unaware of the weight that the day would carry. He had no idea that today would become one of the five most meaningful days of his life, a day that would shape not only his future but also the mentality that would define him in the years to come.

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