The Earth After Rebirth

He moved in one of the units at the back and found it very comfortable to what he was previously used to. He didn't have any family, just a kid who was abandoned at a very young age. He had to be someone who had street smarts from a very young age, that's how he survived until this point.

He was older than Philip, and around Vada's age.

None of them were allowed to bring over girlfriends and boyfriends in the estate. It was a security issue. Unless they're married to the person, they can't spend time with them within the Waynworth estate.

Even with marriage, extensive background checks would be done. They couldn't afford to let in someone who meant them harm, it was too dangerous.

Because of this, most rich people preferred their workers to be old and single. That way, they wouldn't be much work for them.

Unlike Kiro, who had his eyes almost shut. Raul was used to waking up this early. Freya smiled at them apologetically, she only thought she was helping.

She even took out Kiro's clothes and ironed them herself. Which earned her a reprimand from her half asleep son, telling her she should be resting and that he could dress himself.

Kiro lazed around the house until it was time to go, driving to the middle district would take them a whole 2 hours. So they had to leave before time, Kiro didn't want to ride a jet, he preferred a car or a train if he was honest with himself.

It was still winter so he had a black turtleneck beneath his maroon suit. Raul opted to dress the same way but with a suit and tie. He looked very clean, cleaner than he'd ever been in his entire life.

He was surprised at the generosity of the Waynworth family. They were all down to earth, which made him swear, internally, in his heart that he'll always be loyal to them. He had originally thought they were just faking it, but the more he spent time with them, the more real it felt for him.

So he drove their eldest son, to his first meeting. The car was flying on the way. There was no traffic, most used the train, some used jets, a very few used cars.

Cars weren't something people liked, because they were less modified to fit a futuristic world. They were just faster than a normal car, and it was fueled by the mineral they had buried under their country. It still had wheels, maybe people would go crazy over them if they were hover cars.

"We weren't always rich in case you're wondering. We lived in the lower district up until this month." Kiro told him, he was bored so he was making conversation.

"Really? Then how?" Raul was shocked finding this out, their niceness suddenly made sense to him.

"I took a gamble, used my tuition money to play the game. I'm sure you've heard of the currency conversion."

"Of course I've heard of it, you were really lucky Sir Kiro. To have parents who sent you to such an academy in the first place, without that you wouldn't have been able to play the game." He commented with a tinge of jealously.

He'd never had a parent's love after all. He yearned until there was nothing but survival within himself.

Kiro acknowledged his parents' roles in all of this, as he nodded in agreement to what Raul had said.

They chatted like this for the rest of the way. They got to know each other, Kiro had heard about his past but it was much better coming from the horse's mouth.

He was impressive at how he survived the streets of the lower of district. There were orphanages down there but they weren't so great, as soon as he was old enough, Raul took it to the streets. Claiming it was better than living in the orphanage.

"I'm glad I did that too, maybe I wouldn't have met you if I chose to stay there. Maybe I wouldn't have been alive to tell my tale here like this either." He said as they pulled into a building.

The middle district didn't lack much compared to the upper district. It was clearly also another playground for the rich. The streets were busier though, people going in and out of restaurants as it was already lunch time.

Kiro got out of the car and entered the building. Raul followed right behind him, feeling very important.

The building wasn't the most amazing thing, it was clear that it was owned by a company that was still crawling.

"No kids allowed." The security told him sternly.

Kiro simply smiled, "Kiro Waynworth." He extended his hand to shake the security's.

His eyes went wider than Kiro thought possible for humans.

"I—Sir—sorry, right this way." He quickly shook his hand, it as firm which made him freeze in place.

Entering the building, he saw someone he'd been dreading to meet. It was none other Mahindra Khan. Kiro walked up to him, he was a short man. He looked very mean on the face, he didn't look like Saanvi at all.

"Mr. Khan," He said as he reached him extending his hand to meet his. "Kiro Waynworth, I go to school with your daughter, it's a pleasure to meet you."

He was shook in place, he hadn't exactly expected to meet him like this.

"Even though I'll be going against your dad?" He smiled shaking his hand.

"Of course sir. You're just doing your job, though I'm thinking, this may be your first loss." He chuckled at how silly he was being.

Though he didn't take it to heart. He heartily laughed, thinking that, the brat in front of him had more guts than any law enforcement in their world.

"Well, Kiro Waynworth, I wouldn't want to hold you up from your meeting today. It was a pleasure to meet you."

This time, it was him who offered his hand.

"Of course. Sir."