Prologue
He walked out of the building, talking to one of his employees about business and the limitless possibilities there were for him. The employee then left and the man took a deep breath of joy, but then he heard something that confused him.
It sounded like an infant crying.
He turned around and heard it coming from a dark alleyway, and out of curiosity, he checked the alley, and he gasped when he saw a baby girl laying there, crying. He looked around and called out for the parents of the young girl, but no one came. Knowing he wouldn't forgive himself if he just left her there, he gently picked up the girl in his arms and began trying to comfort her.
"There, there, young one. You aren't alone now," He cooed, and the infant slowly calmed down and fell asleep. He then saw something laying on the ground where the girl was laying, a piece of paper. He picked it up and read what was on it.
"This must be her birth certificate," He mumbled to himself, "But why would her birth certificate be laying here if...?" Then the realization hit him. This wasn't an accident. This was intended. He read the name printed on the paper.
Heather Harriet Starweaver.
He raised an eyebrow. The Starweavers were the girl's parents? He cursed under his breath. Why would such prestigious people stoop so low? He shook his head, then he looked at the girl and smiled.
"You aren't alone now, Heather. You aren't alone now," He cooed, then thought to himself. It seemed far too late to bring the girl to an adoption center, and he couldn't just leave her there to die, so he had an idea.
He'd look over the young girl for the night, and the next day, he'd bring her to an adoption center or orphanage.
His plans, however, would soon change.