Chapter 4: UNKNOWN CALLER
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Chapter 4: UNKNOWN CALLER
Lucas sat up straight on the couch, his feet swinging over the couch to drop on the bare floor.
This had to be some sort of a joke. Why was something like that in his bank account?
He counted the zeros again and again, his eyes going wide in disbelief.
He exited his message app, and then returned again, concluding in his head that he might actually be seeing things.
When he was back in his message app he saw it again. The credit alert with the kind of money that he couldn't begin to say with his mouth. It hung heavy on his tongue, what he was seeing with his eyes was impossible.
He rubbed a hand over his face, wondering what the hell this was. A prank? A joke?
Did banks prank their customers? But it wasn't anywhere close to the 1st of April. This was not some national day for pranks and even if it was a prank, who would do so which such an unthinkable amount of money?
Maybe it was a scam ploy. Or even a spam message. He was sure sometimes these scammers got a hold of some of a person's bank details and sent people messages asking them to co-operate with them so that eventually, the money would be theirs.
This was a hell of a joke. He didn't have a dime he could be scammed out of anyway. They were wasting their f*****g time on him instead of finding better fish.
Feeling a bit better now that he had put his mind at ease, he stretched out on the couch again and dropped his phone on the coffee table, bringing his arm over his face as he prepared to fall asleep.
His phone rang again, the shrill ring tone loud in the dead of the night and making him wince.
Lucas stretched out his hand and picked up his phone, bringing it to his ear. He wondered if it was that people needed a cleaning service this late in the night.
With a long suffering sigh, he answered the call, and put the phone to his ear.
“Hello? Am I speaking with Mr Lucas Preston, please?”
Well, no one he knew who wanted cleaning services ever called him by his full name, or sounded so formal.
His brows rose in question. “Yes, this is Lucas speaking. And you are?” Lucas asked as he brought down his other hand to scratch at his nose, and then rubbed at his tired eyes.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the call before whoever it was finally decided to speak up. “Did you receive the alert, Young Master Preston?”
His rubbing stopped, as he shifted his head, trying to listen again and ascertain if he had really heard right. “Received an alert? What alert?”
And what was that young master thing the caller had going on?
“Who is this?” Lucas asked, slowly rising from his couch again, this time getting to his feet and pacing.
“Young Master, the money just deposited into your bank account is yours. It is your pocket money and belongs to you for whatever you wish for.”
This was beyond just a simple prank now. It was darn near ridiculous.
The voice continued. “We have been calling to give you extremely important information about your father, Young Master, but we haven't been able to get your attention.”
Lucas growled. “Look, this is not funny, neither is it polite in anyway, joking with my family. My father died a long time ago, and if you're doing this because you think you can get a dime out of me, listen closely, I do not have a f*****g penny for you!”
It galled him to even say the words out loud and so clearly for another soul to hear, but it was the truth.
“Do you honestly believe me to be lying, Young Master? The money transferred into your bank account is for you. You can be rest assured this isn't a prank, it is also not a ploy to scam you out of money that we both know you do not have.”
Lucas shook his head, gripping the phone tightly to his ear. “Well, my father is still dead, so cut the bullshit, man.”
There was a brief hiss of static on the other end and then it cleared. “I know you might find this hard to believe, young master. Come to the address I will send you tomorrow. We will explain everything better. Good night, Young Master.”
Lucas opened his mouth to yell his own choice words into the phone but the call ended abruptly in his ear and he pulled the phone from his ear, and lowered it.
He stared down at it bemused and utterly in shock. What kind of stupid s**t stunt was that person pulling in the middle of the night?
It had been a man's voice, so Lucas knew it was a man.
He tossed the phone on the bed and then went to grab a can of beer from his tiny fridge which barely worked sometimes.
He popped open the can of beer and then took a huge gulp. He couldn't believe how f****d up the day had been. This was not the plan at all.
His phone beeped and he picked it up, staring at the screen as it lit up in his hand.
He'd been texted an address. Somewhere anyone who had been in the city for even just a month had to know.
The Medichi Skyscrapers in the very center of the business district in town.
What…what the hell was he going to find there? How was a scammer inviting him to come somewhere so out of his league?
He stared at the text message of the address again and then went to go stare at the credit alert too.
According to the strange man on the phone, this was all real money. And he had received it because of a supposes real father.
If this happened to in a million years be true, then he had nothing to lose and everything else to gain. And if it was not the truth, if it was just some ploy to get money out of him, the scammers had everything to lose because he didn't have a dime anywhere to his name.
He would go. He would go and find out why the hell such an amount was sitting pretty in his account.
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