Handler XX: Stock Maestro

"I..." Trent paused, staring at him,

"I am... your grandson?"

"Yes, Trent." Reagan answered in a low tone, pulling Trent into an embrace.

"You are the light that Leonard has left for our Family."

"I couldn't believe it when I heard," Matt stood up and looked at Trent.

"Lenny... I thought we'd—"

"Y–You're my—"

"Your uncle." Matt answered,

"Lenny has blessed me with a nephew that shines bright like the stars."

Trent pressed his head into Reagan's body.

These Heretics.

No regards for the stars.

Not like I've got any.

"G–Grand... Grandfather?" He sniffled.

"I am so happy..." Reagan broke the hug and looked at Trent.

"To have such a brilliant mind as a part of my family and—"

"W–What about my mother?" Trent stuttered,

"What... happened to—"

"She died during childbirth." Matt interrupted.

"It broke Lenny to pieces when it happened and..."

"He got paranoid." Reagan cut in,

"He believed he was being targeted by someone within the family."

"He... hid you for your safety, Trent." Matt shook his head,

"He wanted the best for you."

"Files prove that Leonard Sinclair donated a million dollars to the Handler's branch." Stanper cut in, standing up.

"Anonymously."

Trent looked at Stanper.

Would you look at this piece of shit?

Fabricating transaction details.

How cute.

"I... I don't know what to—"

"You don't have to believe outrightly." Reagan held his shoulder.

"The fact stands— You are a member of the family."

"That's what matters." Matt chuckled,

"We will announce the story about your missing since infancy and—"

"That might be a bit too fast." Reagan turned to Matt.

"Slowly."

He looked at Trent and smiled,

"The Sinclairs blood flow through you, Trent. You are powerful. Just as we are." He glanced at Stanper.

"I ordered Stanper to take care of all your needs. Anything you want."

"T–The deal at The Cabin..." Trent stuttered, looking at Stanper.

"The Cabin can become your second home, Trent." Stanper laughed softly.

"This is my home." He bowed to Reagan,

"I am always grateful to the Sinclairs."

Wow.

Trent looked at him.

Such low self esteem for a President.

"You heard the Man..." Matt laughed, tapping Stanper's back.

"A Sinclair is a King." He nodded at Trent.

"You are King."

"Correct." Reagan laughed, withdrawing his hand,

"And it is only a matter of time before we conquer the–"

He paused, turning to the door as someone knocked.

"It's time, Sir." A man's voice cut through.

"It is showtime now, Trent." Reagan turned to him and chuckled,

"I heard you came with some interesting guests..."

"M–My wife, branch—"

"The kind gentleman will lead you back." Reagan interrupted with a smile.

"We will have a family meeting soon to welcome you." He stretched the envelope.

"O–Okay..." Trent took it and tucked it away.

"Matt will be in touch."

_____

"What happened?" Anton asked as Trent sat on the empty chair.

The security must've been keeping an eye on them since they led Trent directly to them.

"They are pretty good liars." Trent chuckled,

"Let's talk about it later."

He looked at the podium and scoffed,

"Such a beautiful stage."

For an ultimate downfall.

"We should be grateful." He looked at Anton.

"They've designed it quite elegantly."

"Ladies and gentlemen..." The MC spoke as he walked to the stage.

"Tonight..." His eyes swept the room.

"We celebrate with one of the pillars of our country." He looked towards where Reagan Sinclair and the other Sinclairs sat.

"The head of the family that has produced Seven Presidents in our history."

Everyone clapped, turning to the Sinclairs.

"The legend..." The MC continued,

"Sir Reagan Bonaparte Sinclair... The living legend of our time."

"Legend..." Trent scoffed, standing up as everyone stood and clapped.

A legend that's about to be shown for who he is.

A monster.

"I love this show." Thaddeus chuckled, voice cutting through Trent's phone.

Trent pulled the airpods from his pocket and placed them in his ear after connecting it to his phone.

"How is it coming along?" He asked, muttering.

"Just beautifully..." Thaddeus replied, laughing softly.

"They are all here."

"You're not going to just let them end up in prison or—"

"Who said anything about Prison?" Thaddeus scoffed, interrupting.

"You will learn a valuable lesson from this Trent."

"What—"

"Never look down on people." Thaddeus mused.

"They have their own secrets."

Trent's eyes caught Marie's as she stared at him. He smiled and locked into hers for a few seconds.

"Do not disappoint me, Gramps."

"You will be pleased, Kiddo." Thaddeus laughed,

"This Gramps packs a punch."

Reagan waved at everyone as he walked to the podium. He winked as his eyes met Trent's.

Trent smiled and nodded.

"Good evening my dear guests..." Reagan faced everyone.

"It is my honor to have such great people present to celebrate with me."

He paused and smiled as his eyes swept through the room.

"You all are the real pillars of the country."

He stepped forward a little and bowed slightly. Gasps and murmurs filled the room instantly.

"The Sinclairs have prospered with the assistance of such great gentlemen and ladies." He stretched his arms apart.

"We have served you for decades and you have shown us such great care and trust." He looked at where Trent sat.

"We are great because of that trust." He chuckled,

"We are Kings because you have placed us in that Throne."

He walked towards the cake.

"I am not really fond of celebrations." He picked the knife and laughed softly,

"The wins have just been so natural that I have forgotten the joy of celebrating."

Laughter filled the room.

"We've been prosperous..." He laughed,

"What can I say?"

"Showtime..." Thaddeus muttered, giggling.

"To more wins." Reagan nodded, piercing the knife into the cake.

"To more wins!" They erupted and clapped.

"Bang!" Thaddeus muttered.

Trent hummed a song, smiled and watched as Matt rushed up the podium and showed Reagan his phone.

Murmurs filled the room as notifications blared left and right.

Some men rushed over as Matt signaled them and led Reagan out of the room.

The guests continued their noise, growing chaos as the Sinclairs were led out too.

"We are grateful to all of you great people." Matt spoke, drawing their attentions.

"There's been an attack on us," He paused.

"We will not stay back and be beaten."

He bowed, looked at Trent and walked off.

"Let's go." Trent chuckled, looking at Marie.

"The fun's started."

_____

"Damn..." Anton said, scrolling through his phone.

"It's a blood fest."

Trent chuckled and looked out the window to the guests that were preparing to leave.

"Every news platform," Anton turned to them,

"Every blog, regardless of size or popularity."

"It's a shit show for the Sinclairs." Sir Frez muttered, cutting in.

Theo looked at Trent from the mirror.

"This is a huge attack. They'll—"

"They won't be able to do anything." Marie interrupted.

Sir Frez looked at Marie and Trent.

What did they do?

"The Sinclairs are the most—"

"Fucked up family in Westeron's history." Trent laughed softly, pulling his phone out.

"Stanper's calling." He looked at Marie.

"Trent..." Stanper said immediately as the call connected.

"Mr. President." Trent answered,

"The news... It says—"

"The family Head needs you at the meeting tomorrow morning by Nine." Stanper interrupted.

"The news is an attack on the family."

"S–So... It's fake?" Trent stuttered, looking at Marie.

"Yes. It's all doctored to target the pillar of Westeron." Stanper answered,

"It must be those Kraven bastards. To level the playing fields."

"I... I will be there." Trent answered, leaning his back against the chair.

"You should come with your—"

"B–But..." Trent interrupted, acting nervous.

"What?"

"Can we meet?" He asked in a low tone.

"Two of us. Around Seven. We can go from there to—"

"Alright." Stanper chuckled,

"The Cabin is your second home, Trent. You can come here first."

"T–Thank you."

"You should—"

Trent cut the call before Stanper could talk.

"What does he want you to bring?" Marie asked, looking at him.

"My team." Trent chuckled, tucking his phone away.

"I told them some bullshit about having a team and software I developed for trading stocks."

They stayed silent for a while.

"Why do you want to meet the President?" Theo asked, breaking the silence.

"The puppet needs to be acquainted with his new Master." Trent laughed softly.

"I can't leave such a powerful piece unused."

_____

"Theo's ready." Marie said, walking in.

She stared at him as he arranged his suit before walking forward.

"Are you sure it's going to be—"

"It's going to be alright, mo chéri." Trent turned to her and smiled.

"Right, Gramps?"

"Correct." Thaddeus mused,

"The Sinclairs are gone."

"Gone? What do you mean by—"

"They held a family meeting last night," Trent interrupted.

"The key figures. All gathered."

Her brows raised as she walked closer.

"...And?"

"I already had people ready to poison their drinks." Thaddeus laughed,

"Those bastards..." He raised his voice startling Marie.

"I wish I was there in person."

"S–So..."

"They're dead." Trent nodded,

"Reagan, Matt and all the key Sinclairs."

"...So the meeting with the President."

"Dirty Joe needs to be given a lecture on how to serve the country." He chuckled walking to her.

"It's game over for the Sinclair part."

She stared at him for a while and exhaled.

"A new puppet master."

Trent curtsied and smiled,

"I've got a show to complete."