From Pit to Palace: Charlie Emerged

Chapter 8

The receptionist stepped forward, but did not get closer to Charlie because of his outfit. "Looking for someone in here? No, that can't be! It's the wrong address. Please, leave right now!"

"No, it's not!" Charlie retorted firmly. "This is Pinnacle Group, isn't it? I'm at the right place. This is where the man says I should come."

The receptionist furrowed her eyebrows. "Which man are you talking about?" She demanded and continued, not giving Charlie the chance to reply. "I'm warning you, kid; leave this place now or I'll have the security guards throw you out!" She shouted, her voice rising now.

But Charlie remained stubborn. "No, I'm not leaving unless I see him!"

His life was about to change, and he wasn't ready to chicken out because of this receptionist's threat or arrogance.

Charlie gritted his teeth and rushed toward the elevator.

Seeing him going that way, the receptionist quickly yelled. "Stop right there, you pervert! Security security! Get him before he gets in!"

Immediately, ten security guards rushed in. "What's going on?" The senior security guard asked hastily.

"That fool is trying to force his way into the elevator. Don't know what he's looking for, but I sense he's here to steal. Don't let him! Get him!"

The security guards' faces turned red with fury as they turned toward Charlie, following the receptionist's direction.

Charlie flinched at their sights, but as they charged toward him, he ran to enter the elevator without realizing someone was coming out of the exact elevator.

She was a beautiful woman dressed in a luxurious outfit. Her skin was fair and smooth, her hips perfectly fit in her blue skirt. Her hair cascaded neatly down her back.

She was carrying a glass of tea, sipping it stylishly. But then Charlie collided with her and the glass fell out of her hand, sending the liquid to pour on her.

"Yuck! How dare you, you pervert!" She yelled, clearly irritated by Charlie's figure. "And what is someone like you doing here?" She demanded. The woman was no other than the manager by the name, Sarah.

"I'm so so sorry, ma'am, I was in a hurry to see someone, and I didn't know you were in. I could help you if you want." Charlie reached out for a nearby napkin to clean the woman's stain.

But Sarah stepped back. "Don't touch me with that filthy hand of yours!" She yelled, irritated. Turning around, she yelled at the security guards who had stopped mid-step when they saw Charlie collide with their manager. "Will you just stand there and watch? Get here now and throw this trash out of here! Now!"

Seeing the security guards charging toward him, Charlie couldn't help, but push the manager aside and stormed into the elevator, quickly pressing the 30th floor.

"Hey, stop right there!"

Before the security guards could get to the place, Charlie was gone.

They balled their hands into fists, their faces tightening.

The senior security approached the manager cautiously and said, respectfully. "Apologies for what just happened, Miss Sarah..."

"Shut up!" Sarah interrupted, cutting him off, "and get him! He's ascending to the 30th floor."

The senior security guard froze, eyes wide with shock. "30th floor? That's the General Manager's office and he had commanded that no one should be seen there."

"That's why you need to run after him!"

"No," the senior security guard shook his head. "We can't or we will all be dead! We'll wait to receive a call from Mr. Donald James himself. Without that, we can't go in there."

Meanwhile, inside the elevator, Charlie was breathing heavily from his previous encounter. He tried to steady his breath.

Although he felt fulfilled, he knew the aftermath if this man turned out to be false. He'd be dead once he got down.

Soon, the elevator came to a stop and Charlie stepped out.

He glanced around and was taken aback by the place. It was just one room that was seen in the area.

He had no option but to walk to the door and reluctantly knock on it.

"Please, come in," a voice said, ordering Charlie to enter.

Charlie took a deep breath before twisting the doorknob and entering. Immediately he entered, he was greeted by the luxurious scent of the place.

An old man around the age of sixty quickly rushed forward, bowing his head in recognition. "Young master Charlie, it's you. Welcome!"

Charlie didn't delay. "Are you the one who has been calling me?"

"Yes, young master Charlie."

"Go on. Why am I here?"

"Let me quickly introduce myself. I'm Donald James, the General Manager of this place."

"So which inheritance have you been talking about that I need to come claim?" Charlie frowned slightly.

"Okay." Donald took a deep breath and started. "Young master Charlie, two years ago you saved an old man who almost suffocated to death, do you remember?"

"I saved an old man two years ago?" Charlie blinked, furrowing an eyebrow.

Donald nodded with a smile. "Yes, you did. Try to remember." He urged.

Charlie closed his eyes slightly, as if trying to recall past memories. Just then he opened it and said, "Yes, I remember now, but I can only remember just one. He goes by the name George White, if I am not mistaken."

'Oh, yeah!" Donald shouted with excitement. "That's his name, Mr. George White, but he's late now."

Charlie felt a pang of sadness surge through him. He didn't know the old man from anywhere, but he had helped him two years ago when he came across him almost suffocating.

"Sorry about that," he couldn't help but sympathize.

Donald's face twisted with sadness, but he quickly smiled faintly waving his hand. "Mr. George was such a nice man, but it's fine. Everything happens for a reason. But that's not why I called you here."

He walked to his desk and returned, holding a brown file. The late Mr. George White was the chairman of Pinnacle Group, and before his passing away, he left a will. Since he had no child, he stated that you'll be the heir of all his assets."

He placed the paper down, holding up a pen. "Please, come and sign right here."