Marcus

Tomorrow was my birthday, the day I turned eighteen and was about to leave the orphanage, until a man named Arren Walker, the most powerful man in America and ten years older than me, adopted me. He was a tough man, six feet tall, very muscular, with tanned skin. He was very tough and ruthless. He owned the largest holding company in the world and was very powerful. I didn't think he really wanted me as his son, but he didn't think so. I was very angry about this. I was waiting for him at the door. A high-end car with the latest system was being driven by a driver, and Arren Walker was sitting in the back of it.