Chapter 2: The Wealthiest Man
Kieran read the letter:
'There is an important life-changing offer waiting for you. Come to the port at Luverthmoth. Postcode is RTC 8WP. No matter the conclusion, you're returning home with no less than $5000.'
Kieran tilted his head, staring at the paper and smiling vibrantly. "The money here is tempting..." was all he said, giggling as he hurriedly placed everything on the table.
He then picked up his phone and headed to a three-member WhatsApp group - The Three Stars. It's for him and his two BFFs.
Kieran typed, "Hey, y'all. How are you filthy brats doing? I have gat something to ask. If a complete stranger appears at your doorstep one day, having a good heart, and asks you to meet up somewhere for..." But at that point, his fingers slowly retracted from the screen and he deleted the message.
Why? Both friends of his were either a journalist or a fashion designer. He was the only one who's somehow always free and has little on his plate. So, he won't want to disturb them with every trivial matter in his life, as they once complained he did.
But, as God would have it, his phone rang with a call from Zyn. His second best friend. Kieran almost answered the call in a hurry before remembering he had to sound his best for her. He cleared his throat, and even though it was unnecessary, Kieran also adjusted his collars.
Zyn just happened to have this charm on him.
Kieran answered, "Hey," he greeted in a soft tone, grinning. "How are you, Princess Zyn?"