Saving Her Billionaire

His father had never consumed alcohol either for the two decades since he had started eating vegan food. He used to drink quite a bit, but after he had started to feel the affect the incessant consumption of alcohol was having on his health, Nate’s father had decided that enough was enough. He had decided that in order to live a long and healthy life, a life in which he would be able to see his grandchildren and run his company until he was quite old, he would have to make changes.

His father had never smoked. He had never even tried cigarettes because he had known how harmful they were. Where all of the other billionaires and hot shots had smoked Cuban cigars and drank expensive whiskey, Nate’s father had opted for just whiskey, and for twenty years before his heart attack he had drank plain water. Everyone had thought it quite odd. After all, if you are one of the richest men in the world you are expected to live a little. You are expected to blow enormous amounts of money on alcohol, more money than people would spend buying their first cars.

Nate’s father had never been about that. He had lived such a healthy lifestyle… Nate kept repeating this thought in his head. How could he be dead? He had been so healthy. How could he be dead? He had been so healthy. How could he be dead? He had been so healthy…

Nate thought that perhaps it had been his heavy work load that had done his father in. After all, his father had worked fourteen hour days for several decades now, and had never taken more than a single day off during the week. There had been a lot of weeks when he had not even taken a single day off, and it was not all that unusual for his father to go as long as two whole months without taking a single day off.

However, Nate knew that this was not the case. He knew that his father had been very particular about leaving work at the work place. He had never required much sleep, with four to five hours sufficing for him every day. This had not been unhealthy either, because he was simply the kind of person that did not need a lot of sleep. Doctors had confirmed this, it was part of his genetic makeup to not need a lot of sleep in order to feel fresh.

The bonus of this lack of a need to sleep had resulted in Nate’s father being quite present at home. He spent fourteen hours outside the house but when he returned he always had dinner with his family and talked to everyone about how everything was going. He took an interest in everything everyone had to say, and every week they would watch a movie at home together. Even if Nate’s father did not take a single day off during any particular week, he would still insist that they go out. They would go watch a movie, or go out for dinner, sometimes they would go to a country club, and if nothing else Nate’s father took everyone out for ice cream. He was a family man at the end of the day.

His father had also always been very particular about his relaxation time. They took two vacations a year, after all, with each vacation lasting two weeks each. He would not work at all during his vacations, leaving only an emergency phone number on that was only to be reached if something absolutely catastrophic was happening.

He would get massages during these weekends, lounge on the beach or go skiing depending on whether it was the summer or the winter. He would be utterly relaxed, and when he got back to work he would be refreshed and energetic.

With all of these things in his father’s life, Nate just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that his father had suddenly suffered a heart attack while in the middle of a board meeting. It had been so sudden, with absolutely no warning whatsoever. He had just suddenly started clutching at his left arm and had died on the spot.

The doctors were saying something about a genetic condition but Nate could not hear them. His hands were on his face but he was also blocking all sounds out. He did not want to hear it. He did not want to hear about the reason his father had died. That was not important right now. All that mattered was that Nate’s father, the most important person in Nate’s life, was no longer living, and this meant that everything in his life was about to change.

He got up all of a sudden. Light hit his face. Once again he mused about the fact that this was the first time light was touching his face since he had been told his father was dead. It seemed odd, wrong almost. It felt like he was doing a disservice to his father by allowing light to reach his face so soon after finding out that he had died. He felt like he was betraying his father by not sitting in a dark room and crying for the rest of his life.

Ignoring the words of concern from the people around him, Nate stumbled out of the waiting room and eventually out of the hospital. He looked around. The night air was cool. He did not know what to do. He ran to his car and got in. His breathing was heavy, his heart pounding. He did not know what to do.

Nate started the car. He needed to not feel. He needed to get extremely drunk. He needed to do something, anything, to get his mind off of the fact that his father was dead.