Chương 5: Ch.5| Davey~
Opening his eyes for the first time in a long time, Jarres slowly sat up while looking around. He woke up in a bed, on the nightstand was a phone next to a lamp. He picked the phone up without any second thoughts, It had a few contacts. Pierre and Janice. It seems he didn't have to wake up in a casket, they decided to let him wake up in Philip's house. He didn't really care to question how they so easily got him there.
He had a text from Pierre, but he decided to check out what else was on the phone. It had a few game apps, but no social media. He'd have to set a some up it would seem.
He went to check Pierre's text, it read, "Hey Phil, so we decided to set you up in your new house before you woke up. In the drawer on the nightstand, there should be a credit card with 10 million in your account. Janice decided to get the proper amount of money for you, so that you didn't have to."
Pierre and Janice were like that, always going the extra mile to make things easier for him. Which is why he gave Janice access to his hidden vault. He had put most of his earnings from the last few hundred years in it, and it was somewhere in H forest. He actually had a few trillion worth of gold and other valuables in there, so he had been living great.
He got off the bed, opened the drawer and checked the credit card. They used the same photo he had when he was still Jarres. Of course, Pierre also sent the bank name and where it was located.
So what did Phillip do for a living? He guessed that he was unemployed, but he could never be too sure. So he sent Pierre a text.
"Do I have a job?" Phillip typed and sent it. He put the phone down after a moment, but Pierre had immediately replied.
"No, you live off the inheritance given to you by your dead father. Also, can I ask a question?" Pierre didn't wait for an answer as his next text was sent, "You've told stories about how you started many corporations, so are you going to start another one as Phil?"
"No, but I do have big plans." It's true. He had huge plans, but not the large company type. With this life, he would dedicate his time to finding other immortals, by using the connections he had gained in these several decades.
Of course there was something that had sparked this interest, a few years ago he had heard something about an immortal that he knew wasn't himself. They said that the eternal leader had struck again, however he was the eternal leader but had no recollection of the event. He heard that there was a man that was shot in the head, but could still stand back up. That was enough proof for him that there were other immortals besides him.
He wasn't really sure if there were others like him, since after living so long he had virtually forgotten everything about his origins. Everything but his given name anyway. Arius was his name, he didn't know who gave it to him or when, but he somehow knew that it was his. Living for so long had that kind of effect, especially when the part of his brain that was dedicated to memory, may have been destroyed a few times.
Pierre took awhile to reply, probably because he had been waiting for Arius to elaborate. When it did finally go through it read, "Not going to explain? Alright, well I got nothing on the girl but I will eventually, I swear. I'm gonna stalk her through cameras and see where she's gone to."
"Alright but if you come across any problems, tell me." Arius typed and sent. He really wanted to know who the girl was. After first meeting her he didn't really care, but the more he thought about it the more strange it seemed. She didn't seem as surprised as normal people would be, making her the perfect lead.
Anyway, soon enough he would be out looking for more leads. He planned to become a private investigator to start, and maybe join the police force at some point.
Arius didn't bother with Pierre any longer, he moved to crouch under the nightstand to look for a charger cable, surely they would leave him with one. Oh, there it is! He swiftly plugged the phone in and stood up. He took a deep breath, then breathed out while closing his eyes.
"I am Philip Adam Johnson. I inherited 10 million dollars from my dad after he died and my mother died when I was young. I have no other family and live alone as a private investigator." He spoke aloud to himself. This is how he usually got into character, he was quite skilled at acting since he had lots of practice over the years. He had seen a lot, so sometimes he even had to act impressed or scared just to seem normal.
He opened his eyes, as Philip, who had just moved in, so it was time to inspect and check out his new house.
In his room---the masters bedroom---was a fully stocked walkin closet. The bedroom was also connected to a bathroom, which was rather convenient. His room was located on the third floor of the house and had a door to a balcony. On the same floor were 2 bedrooms, since he did plan to adopt and raise a few children.
On the second floor, there was a masters bedroom and two other bedrooms. He figured he could make the second masters bedroom into an office. Also, there was a bathroom, which wasn't connected to the master's.
The first floor was rather beautiful and big, there was no wall between the kitchen, dining room, and the living area which made it seem even more spacious. The living area had a large TV that hung on the wall, and a bay window. While the laundry room was close to the kitchen and was connected to the bathroom by a hallway.
He decided against venturing into the basement, since he roughly had an idea of what he would find anyway. For now he decided to work on becoming a licensed private investigator. Well, he wouldn't really have to put much work into it. He simply call someone, David.
David was the man that kept all of his connections stable, he paid David a lot. Well truthfully, he didn't need to pay him as he was the Chairman of Cloud corporate, the man behind all Cloud companies. He raised David much like he raised Janice and Pierre, only David was much older than the both of them.
Philip went back up to his room to get his phone. He pulled the charger out of the port and dialed David's number. Usually he would leave everything to Janice when it came to David, but she was no longer his assistant.
"Hey Dave." He said as he heard the call go through.
"Who is this?" There was female voice on the other end. She seemed to have an attitude, but didn't sound upset. Open hearing the voice, Phil wasn't overly surprised, but definitely he wasn't expecting it. Perhaps he dialed the wrong number? Or maybe David finally found love?
"This is..." He was about to say 'Jarres' but he is supposed to be dead, and he can't expose himself to this women! David should know the name of his new Identity, right? He continued, "It's Philip. Philip Johnson."
"Oh! Hold on, David just got out of the shower." Her tone of voice changed as she recognized his name. David must have told her about him, while he actually hadn't talked to David in about 2 years, so he could only guess their relationship.
"Phil?" David took the phone.
"Who was the women who picked up your phone?" Philip questioned.
"That was my lovely wife." His answer was laced with pride. Philip could practically see the smile on David's face, and in return he couldn't help but feel happy for his foster son.
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