Chapter 4

THE COMEBACK OF THE REJECTED HEIR CHAPTER 4 Moving away from the Johnson's name and all that came with it, Sawyer found himself in Los Angeles, hoping for a fresh start. He had left the Johnson's with nothing other than the clothes he wore the day he left the mansion. As anticipated, all his accounts directly and indirectly linked to the Johnson's were frozen and he knew it was his father's doing. Despite having worked legally for the money in his accounts they were still frozen because it carried the Johnson's name and perhaps, his father was trying to show him he couldn't live without his help. Luckily he had just a little saved up in another account with a different name and it could not be tampered with, the money he had saved was hardly anything compared to what he had in his frozen accounts. But it was just enough for him to get a mediocre apartment, a few clothes and substandard meals to last him at least a week, just before it ran out. It was very obvious that he needed a job as soon as possible or else he would be homeless in the street and begging for pennies to get something to eat. He laughed at the irony, some days back he had enough to eat, yes, he wasn't treated properly but he sure had enough to feed his stomach and now. He was going to start from afresh and he was determined as well. ***** Sawyer ran in the rain with his coat over his head as he hurried to meet up with his third job interview that week. Taking the cab was a luxury he could no longer afford unless he was hoping to go to bed without something to eat. He made it to his destination and caught his breath whilst shaking off the droplets of water that had clinched to his coat from the rain. He wore a plain white long sleeve and black pants and brown Tie, and then a trench coat over the attire . He held a small bag containing all his files as well. Sawyer stood in front of a Radio company, where he had applied for the job of a janitor. He got in and after the direction the receptionist had given him where he waited to be called in. Soon he was seated in front of the manager of the company having an interview. "Mr. Sawyer Michelen, Age 27, no credible background?" the manager asked as he skimmed through his application on the table and then back at Sawyer. "Yes sir" Sawyer replied with a benign smile, he fiddled with his hands hoping he would get this job. "I'm sorry I'll have to deny your application with the reason of poor profiling, your identity looks too shady and it's clearly obvious you're hiding something. It's not something I can risk for my company that is yet to make a name for itself." Sawyers' heart plummeted at the statement, he knew it would be difficult but didn't think it would be as hard as it is. Sawyer Michelen, the name he now went by since he forsook his family name had gotten him nowhere, Since he departed from home with none of his belongings And credentials it was impossible for him to find a proper Job. And again his credentials had his family name, Johnson. A name he had finally decided to part ways with entirely. "Thank you sir" Sawyer said as he rose from his chair, he took his documents and left the building with no luck on his end as always. **** His stomach growled as he walked home and he knew he had to eat something soon. To cut costs he only ate twice a day now. Sawyer was walking along the road and very observant of his surroundings, so that he could easily spot job vacancies. But now he was on the lookout as well for a decent restaurant where he could afford a meal. He walked past a restaurant, two stars from the looks of it and the sign post outside caught his attention. It read: kitchen staff needed. He had to turn to study it critically before walking into the establishment. He had never thought of working in a restaurant when he clearly was qualified to do so since he had received decent education in that aspect while he was in his father's mansion. Approaching the counter, Sawyer requested to see the manager regarding the Job vacancy outside and he was directed to the office of the manager. On his way to the manager's offices, he got a good look at the restaurant and realized that it wasn't that bad. Classy in its on way, it only just looked small from the outside and he knew he definitely could not afford a Meal in this place at his current state. He made a silent prayer inwardly wishing he would get some luck here this time. Sawyer entered the staff only section since it was where he was directed to go, he held his bag nervously as he wasn't sure what to expect at that point. "Who are you?" a voice called out to Sawyer stopping him from proceeding any further than expected. Sawyer turned towards the voice, he saw the person who called out to him some feet ahead of him and he responded almost immediately assuming that the person was the manager he had come to see. "I am Sawyer Michelen sir, good evening sir" he greeted immediately as he got to where the person stood. Sawyer had assumed correctly, the chubby man in front of him with a bald head was the manager and he was dressed corporately in a tuxedo But he was holding a chefs attire (apron) on his hands. "And what are you doing here Mr sawyer? This section is restricted, it is for staff only" The man said to Sawyer in a calmly and in a tactful manner. "I am sorry sir, I came in because I want to apply for the job vacancy I saw outside the restaurant and I was directed this way." Sawyer replied politely Stating his intents. "Finally someone applied!" The manager exclaimed in relief and he approached Sawyer. "I almost thought no one wanted the job, Mr sawyer. Now take this" He tossed the apron to sawyer and sawyer nervously reached for it. He was confused at first at what was happening. "Go to the kitchen, you will find Jerry there. Do what ever he tells you to do, he's been working alone there" The manger said. "Erm, I don't understand sir, does this mean I'm employed sir?" Sawyer asked still trying to grasp what was happening. The manager sighed. "Yes you are dummy, now go help Jerry out before he quits too." "Thank you sir," Sawyer said and walked towards the direction of the kitchen but he didn't take two steps when he tripped on his feet… no on someone's feet; the managers feet.