Chapter 5: Three Ways to Appear Super Rich (1)
A few days more, and Kieran would make his first public appearance. Gregory was trying to lecture Kieran on how to do things right, just like one does to a little clueless kid. But Kieran was man enough—no one teaches a street rat how to act rich.
It was a restless Friday night. Black Mercedes Benzes cruised through the street in a linear formation, slow and steady as though all were on autopilot. And shrouded amidst these black land yachts was a creamy Rolls Royce Boat Tail. Anyone would know who would probably ride in the most expensive car. Even when the car plates told one thing - Holland escort.
The cars drove through the restless city, where every person passing by took pictures, to the front of a tall building. Walls built of glass that reflected the Skybridge City's lustrous face. People say you could see the city's beautiful night landscape on the walls of the Holland Penthouse... And so, they told no lie.
Of course, as the cars parked, reporters rushed towards the Boat Tail like a water current, flashes of light dancing off the aluminium door before the chauffeur opened it. Bodyguards flanked Kieran immediately as he stepped out, clearing the way for him across the red carpet. Clad in black silk and jewellery. Who said street rats aren't the best spenders when they just lay their hands on a fortune?
Everyone were just like Jaxon, trying all their best to get clear pictures, ask questions... and sorts. Their bosses would have pestered them to do all that so their broadcasting company gets huge followings. But Kieran only smiled at them - not for the sake of looking friendly, but to get hot pictures of himself posted online. He wasn't allowing any reporter to interview him before Jaxon.
Posts like "OMG, CEO Holland is so hot", "his gf is lucky", "he must have been living in a special paradise till now", and so on, being the main ones on social media, were enough by Kieran.
There were three ways to show people you're super rich. The first was... to make your presence feel important and costly.
That was what Kieran was doing, not sparing any reporter a minute of his time, even until he set foot inside the penthouse. There were two rows of suited employees who bowed to welcome him inside, and one thing dawned on Kieran more. This thousand-feet building belonged to him and him alone. And everyone here lives off the salary he pays them.
Ending the bustling, worrisome night, Kieran settled in a room on the highest floor. Floor 130.