I Disguised Myself as Homeless and Walked Into a Grocery Store to Choose My Heir — What Happened Next Nearly…

“And your father?”

“It’s just us.”

I let her sit with me a while longer. Then I told her I had somewhere to be, and I watched, from a careful distance, as she walked home to a small apartment above a laundromat near the bus depot.

That night, I told my lawyer to draw up new papers.

“Lily,” I said. “Twelve years old. Lives with her mother above the laundromat near the bus depot. Her school uniform had a crest from the academy near the store. Run the background. I want everything clean.”

He called me back the next morning.

“Sir, there’s a problem.”

“What kind of problem?”

“The mother. She works as a night cleaner at your corporate headquarters. And Derek has been building a file against her.”

I closed my eyes. Derek. Of course it was Derek.

I sat up straighter in my chair. “What file?”

“Pilfering. Expired snacks she took home for her daughter. Items that were already marked for disposal. He’s documented six incidents in two months. He’s preparing to terminate her for cause.”

“He doesn’t know I know her,” I said.

“He doesn’t know she exists to you, sir. That’s the only reason she still has a job.”

I thanked him and hung up. Then I put the disguise back on.

I walked into my own corporate headquarters as the homeless man. The receptionist froze. Two security guards moved before I even reached the elevator.

“Sir, you can’t be in here.”

“I’d like to speak with Derek,” I rasped. “Tell him it concerns the night cleaning staff.”

Derek appeared at the top of the stairs a minute later, smelling the situation before he saw it. He didn’t recognize me. He only saw the cane, the coat, the dirt.

“Get him out,” Derek said flatly. “And check the cameras. I want to know who let him in and who told him my name.”