THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 103: A TRIP

Chapter 103: A TRIP

The matriarch of the Atticus dynasty’s car stopped in front of Ace’s house, and her driver honked to draw the attention of the gate guy.

After about three successive honks, the pedestrian gate opened, and the gate guy stepped out of the house.

"Can I help you?" He asked, walking over to the car that kept interrupting his nap.

The driver carrying the matriarch, rolled down the windows, and stretched his neck out to converse with the gate guy. "Could you open the gate please?" He requested.

Frank chortled mockingly. He had gotten in trouble one too many times for letting just anyone in. Ace had warned him that the third time would be the charm that eventually sent him parking out of the house.

A job that gave him a roof, endless amounts of food, and good money was not something he planned to lose to another.

It would only end up in a tragedy where he either killed himself, or killed his replacement.

"I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in. The boss has given specific instructions to not let anyone in. Except he calls to state otherwise, you have to leave this premises right now, or I’ll call the cops."

The matriarch’s driver blinked in confusion. "Don’t you recognize me?" He asked, further confused.

"Unfortunately, I don’t. To tell you the truth, you could be a thief or professional scammer. I’m even risking my life standing in front of you like this without any weapon on me."

His lip pursed when he realized he had divulged too much information. If the guy was actually a bad person, he would be free to jump out of the car and harm him. Basically the easiest access to the house.

He quickly whipped his head behind him, hoping for reinforcement. Unfortunately, there were no staff about. He was pretty much on his own.

"I’m not a—" the driver’s voice trailed, as he saw the pointlessness in trying to convince the weird guy.

He rolled the windows up, and turned to the matriarch in the back seat.

"The gate guy refused to open the gate, ma’am. He said we would need permission from Sir Ace before he can open the gate. He even threatened to involve the police if I insisted."

She rolled her eyes as she thought of her beloved grandson. It was good he was protecting his privacy in every way possible, but how could he ban his own family from stopping by?

For someone who was deep in odds with his Aunt, they sure had similar strong characters.

Her delicate and wrinkled hand whipped out her phone from her purse, and silently dialed a number.

"Tell the dunderhead at the gate to open it for me," she ordered in a normal speaking voice, and swiftly ended the call.

Adjusting casually into the seat, she waited for her will to be done.

In less than three minutes, Marilyn hurried out of the house, and ran towards the gate.

When Frank spotted her approaching, he smiled in relief, and walked into the house. Now he had a good back up for whatever may possibly happen.

"Frank?" She mentioned his name, as she arrived at the spot he stood, waiting for her.

"Hey, Marilyn. Please tell me the food is ready. I’m starving." he rubbed his stomach like a greedy pig.

Marilyn snorted. "You fool! Why didn’t you open the gate?" She snapped at him.

He jerked back, his eyes narrowing across her scowling face. "What are you talking about? You were there when the boss specifically warned not to let just anyone into the house. Are you trying to get me in trouble, or something?" His eyes trailed suspiciously around hers.

"Get you in trouble? I’m trying to save you from your lack of discernment. Don’t you recognize that car?" She asked.

He stared at her, simply dumbfounded. "I don’t recognize it. What I can tell you is that a shady guy is driving that car. He could be a hooligan for all we know," he lowered his voice so it didn’t travel back to the guy he had finalized had to be a dangerous man, in his heart.

Marilyn shook her head pitifully. Sometimes, he acted like a few screws were loose in his head. She couldn’t totally blame him. After all, he was still kinda new in this.

But the excuses could only go on for so long. Soon, some form of accountability would be required.

"Go open the gate Frank," she placed her hands on her hips, and gave him the stern mother stare down. "That’s Ace’s grandmother’s car. She’s here to speak to his wife, you idiot!"

"Oh shit!" His eyes bulged out of its socket.

"Yeah, shit," she mimicked the way he said his curse word. "You’re seriously going to get yourself in real trouble one of these days. Now go!" She shooed him away.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Dashing back to the gate, he fell over the place trying to open the gate as quickly as possible.

Finally, he was able to punch in the codes, and the gate slid apart.

The car drove into the compound, and parked at an empty spot.

Marilyn was already beside the car, opening the backdoor for the matriarch.

The older woman smiled, as her cane touched the ground, and she pushed herself out of the car.

"Marilyn! You never get old."

"Good afternoon, ma’am. I’m flattered by your words. Also honored, because if you, who is forever young, have something nice to say to me, then I know it’s true."

They both laughed at their inside jokes, as they walked into the house.

"I believe Ace is in the office?" She asked, taking a seat on one of the couches.

"He is. Do you want me to go fetch, Mrs Fay?"

"Please do."

Marilyn bowed her head slightly, and twirled up the stairs.

The matriarch rose to her feet with the help of her cane. Slowly, she began to scan the living room.

Her husband had poured so much of his love into this house. When it came to architectural designs, this house had been one of his passion projects.

On the day he willed it to Ace, she knew he was his favorite out of all the children, and grandchildren they shared.

He always acted like he was above having a favorite when it came to his children, but Ace pulled out the favoritism in him.

One declaration from him that had caused a generational kind of war.

She noticed Ace had left the living room exactly as he designed it. With the addition of a few art pieces of course.

Stopping to examine one, she sighed when she saw it just looked like the ones he had hidden in his drawers back when they all lived together.

Filled with pain and suffering. The cries of a broken heart. Therapy had done the best it could, but what was wrong with Ace was deeper than what a psychological manual could fix.

An alluring scent filled her nostrils just before she heard the faint sound of slides on the stairs.

Smiling, she turned around to catch Fay walking down the stairs.

Every time she saw the girl, she was blown away by her beauty.

There were not too many beauties like her in the world, anymore. She was one of one and one of a kind.

Her vision for the return of Glam grew stronger with every encounter with Fay.

She couldn’t help but think that Fay coming into their lives was a perfectly designed fate.

Fay lifted her head as she took the last stairs and smiled at the presence of the domineering matriarch.

"Good afternoon ma’am," she said, walking over to her.

"Come give me a hug, Fay." She opened one hand wide, while the other held on to her cane on the ground.

Fay went in for a hug, and her nose caught the sizzling scent of the perfume she made for her.

"You’re wearing the perfume," she observed aloud as they pulled apart.

"Of course I am. I told you I absolutely love the fragrance. Also, I wore it for a meeting about two days ago. Do you know how many compliments I received?"

She giggled, as her toes curled in excitement. "I’m really glad you like it. I poured out my heart into making it."

"And it shows, my darling. It shows."

"Do you care for something to eat, or drink? I asked chef Alice to prepare some light snack," she casually discussed as they began to walk.

"No darling. We don’t have time for that, because you and I are going somewhere today."

"Really?" Fay bit her lips nervously.

When she called the matriarch, she hadn’t really expected her to respond to her this swiftly.

The conviction had been strong two days ago. But today, she wasn’t really sure anymore.

"Exactly why we need to act fast. I don’t want you getting cold feet."

"Where are we going?"

"To where it all began," the matriarch said, a nostalgic effect, heavy in her voice.