Rich Businessman Kicks Son out, Not Knowing the Boy Would Take over as Boss One Day – Story of the Day

When his parents came to congratulate his acceptance to Stanford, Christopher told them about his real dreams. They kicked him out quickly, forcing the young man to make a choice about his future. He met his father again years later, but the tables had turned.

Christopher's mother, Mrs. Davis, couldn't help herself when many college acceptance letters arrived for her son. She grabbed the most important one, Stanford, ripping it savagely open. When she read "Congratulations," she began jumping and screaming for her husband, Mr. Davis.

He came running to the living room, and his wife's enthusiasm could only mean one thing. They both ran together up the stairs and burst into Christopher's room. The young high school senior had been reading some papers on his bed but flinched when his parents came screaming.

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They weren't the most affectionate or emotional people, so their delight surprised him. "You got in! You got into Stanford!" his mother exclaimed, jumping up and down, which was unusual because she hated exercise, sweating, and anything that could mess up her appearance.

His stoic father was beaming brightly as she unexpectedly grabbed his son in a bear hug, forcing him up from his bed. "My boy! A Stanford man! I'm so proud of you!"

"Wait, guys," Christopher tried to interject, but they weren't listening.

"Let's call Grandma and Grandpa! They'll be so excited! Oh! Let's plan a party! Invite all your friends, Chris!" Mrs. Davis added in delight before hugging him too.

"Stop!" he snapped.

"What? Don't you want a party? We have to host one, son," Mr. Davis shook his head. "Honey, call Mrs. Pattinson. She'll help you organize things."

"NO!" Christopher screamed, pulling away and staring at his parents angrily.

"Christopher, don't yell like that. We're just happy," Mrs. Davis said, frowning.

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"What?" Mr. Davis said quietly, putting his hands on his hips.

"Son, I know there are other college options. But Stanford is our family legacy. All the men have gone there. You have to go," Mr. Davis stated, his tone reasonable.

"There are other acceptance letters downstairs. How about we look at all of them?" Mrs. Davis tried to calm the situation.

Christopher had, in fact, gotten into other schools, including Dartmouth and Georgetown. He would do well in any of those schools and could inherit the family business, a conglomerate for sporting goods.

"Stop! Stop acting like I'm not here! God! Don't make plans for me! I don't want to go to ANY of those schools," Christopher finally revealed a truth that had haunted him for many years. He had tried to express things to his mother, but she ignored him.

"Chris," his mother warned.

"No, Mom! I tried to tell you, but you shut me down," Christopher continued, reaching for the papers on his bed. "This is where I'm going. I got an internship for fashion in New York."

Mr. Davis's face drained of blood, and he started coughing out of the blue. "Chris!" Mrs. Davis scolded while patting her husband's back.

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"Fashion? ARE YOU INSANE?" his father shouted when he recovered, getting closer to tower over his son. He couldn't because Christopher was taller, but the older man had always been intimidating.

"If you two had listened to anything I've been saying for my entire life, you would've known that my dream is to be a designer!" Christopher explained heartily. "You sell clothes, Dad. You should understand!"

"NO!" his father pulled back, shaking his head and finger. "No, I own the business. I don't make the clothes, or worse, design them. The business side of any industry is the only one that matters."

Christopher was angry at his father's words but didn't want to escalate the situation. "Some of the biggest designers in the world have become very rich, successful men."

"I'm doing it. Once I graduate high school, I'm off to New York with Johnny," Christopher shrugged.

Mr. Davis looked at his son while his breathing regulated, then shook his head. "You gotta go," the older man said from his son's bedroom doorway. "I will not spend another penny so you can waste your life. You're worthless to me."

Christopher felt those words as knives in his chest, but Mr. Davis walked away.

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"Mom, it's my dream," Christopher said, his voice breaking. He expected his father to react strongly, but his mother should understand.

"Our dream for you was Stanford," she continued.

"Exactly. It's your dream. I have to follow mine," Chris lowered his voice and grabbed his mother's hand. "Please understand, Mom. I need you to help me convince Dad."

"No, I agree with him," she took her hand back. "You're breaking our hearts. So, you should get out of our house."

Mrs. Davis sprinted out of his room. He heard her cries in his parents' bedroom, but he couldn't dwell on it. He packed some bags, called his friend, Johnny, and left.

***

Several months later…

After leaving his father's house, Johnny's parents took him in, and when they graduated high school, they left for New York. Johnny was going to NYU while working at his uncle's brokerage company.

Chris received a small stipend on his internship but worked nights at a 24-hour market to pay the rest of his bills. He hadn't talked or heard from his parents since the day he left. They didn't even come to his high school graduation. It was hurtful but not surprising.

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Things had been tough since then. He didn't realize how much he depended on his father's money. Discussing and pursuing dreams was so easy when you didn't have to worry about finances. New York showed him a reality he hadn't imagined before.

He was working hard, but an unexpected conundrum got in his way. There was a final project for his internship, a chance to show a small line to big design houses. They would offer him a job and pay for fashion school if Christopher impressed them. It was the chance of a lifetime in this business.

But he couldn't make a great collection without some funds. Fabrics and other materials were so expensive. He couldn't afford his vision. So, against his better judgment, Christopher picked up his cell phone and called his father.

"Hey, Dad," Christopher said timidly.

"What do you want?" his father insisted unfeelingly. "Are you finally ready to admit that rejecting Stanford and moving away was a mistake?"

Christopher sighed audibly. "No, Dad."

"So, why are you wasting my time?"

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"Dad, please. Listen to me," he started and braced himself. "I do need some help. You see, there's this big opportunity coming up for me."

"On what? How to choose between different pinks?" his father said sarcastically. Christopher could almost hear his father rolling his eyes, and the instinct to quip back was intense. But he had to hold back. He needed a favor, so he couldn't insult his father.

"No, it's not that. I have to make a small fashion collection. It's for my final project at the internship," he explained. "It'll be seen by major design houses here. It's a huge opportunity. If they like it, I'll get a job instantly, and they'll pay for the rest of my studies."

"In fashion," Mr. Davis scoffed. "So, why are you telling me this?"

"Dad," Christopher felt like the words would rip off his chest, but he had to get them out. "I need some money."

"Aha."

"The fabrics that I want for my collection are costly. I can't afford them right now," he continued. "It wouldn't be a handout. I will pay you back. I swear. I just need this. I can't miss this chance. It might set me up for life or catapult my career. Please."

"So, you need money."

"Yes, sir," Christopher cleared his throat and waited.

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"Well, you're an adult now. You make your own choices, and you'll have to deal with this alone," Mr. Davis replied after a few moments of silence.

"Dad, please," he murmured, starting to beg.

"You made this choice, Christopher. You decided to waste the good life your mother, and I built for you and go for fashion. Well, you got what you wanted. You're in fashion, and now, you get to experience the life of a starving artist," the old man continued, his voice calm, but Christopher could hear the disdain and anger in it.

"Please," Christopher pleaded one last time.

"You should've gone to Stanford," Mr. Davis said, ending the call.

Christopher hadn't cried months ago when his parents turned away. He didn't shed a tear when they weren't at his high school graduation. He remained calm on his flight from California to New York, even though they didn't bid him farewell.

"Hey. It's ok," Johnny said soothingly and grabbed a chair. He started rubbing Christopher's back and just sat there in support.

When his tears eased, Christopher told Johnny what had just happened.

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"What am I going to do?" he asked, defeated.

"Well, how about you borrow some money from me?" Johnny offered, but Christopher shook his head immediately.

"I already owe you the deposit for this place," he lamented. "I can't owe you more money, Johnny."

Johnny sighed and sniffed. "Is there any chance you can take a break from the internship? Like when you defer a class?"

"In the middle of the internship?"

"I don't know. You can ask," Johnny suggested and shrugged. "There's a spot at my uncle's firm. You could get that job, save enough money to make your collection, and finish the internship."

Christopher put his head in his hands again. "I… I don't know. I mean, I didn't want to work in an office… I want an artist," he mumbled.

"I know, man. But you need money. You've always been good with money. I think you will do well as a broker for the firm. You'll have to pay your dues, but if you do well, the company has financial aid for more school," Johnny stated. "You could do both. You can earn enough and be a designer and a fashion house owner. Someday."

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Christopher didn't know if that path would suit him, but he didn't have a lot of options. Money was too tight. He was barely scraping by, and he couldn't afford the fabrics he wanted in time for the deadline. "I'll ask about deferring. Thank you, Johnny," he nodded, his bottom lip trembling.

"Hey, dude. It's just for a while. You'll be back in fashion in no time. This will be the jump start you need," Johnny encouraged, squeezing his friend's shoulder.

***

Ten years later…

Richard wiped the sweat from his forehead and upper lips, sighing for the millionth time as he stared at the papers on his desk. None of the information in those documents was reassuring in any way, but he had to make a decision. The other executives had advised him, and his lawyers had their own opinions. But ultimately, he would have to make a choice.

His company was on the verge of bankruptcy, and he could file for Chapter 13 or sell. There were upsides and downsides to each of those options. If he filed for bankruptcy, he would lose his reputation in the business community and the world of sports goods.

He could pay off what he needed, make some changes, and try to start over. But the idea of being linked to any kind of failure was not appealing. Over ten years ago, Richard failed miserably when his son went into fashion instead of following the preset plan for Stanford. He didn't want another defeat at his hands.

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On the other hand, he could sell. The company would no longer be his, but he would retain his status in the community. But as he stared at the papers of possible options, he had no idea who would be interested in buying it or how he would negotiate with them. Richard would basically have to beg, which made his upper lip curl in disgust.

He threw the documents on his desk and swiveled his chair to look at the wide, floor-to-ceilings of his office. "I should toss a coin. Let destiny pick," Richard said, closing his eyes. But his office door opened, and his secretary of many years, Mrs. Pattinson, came rushing in.

"Mr. Davis! I found something!" she said, smiling.

"What it is, Mrs. Pattinson?" he asked, swiveling his chair back into position.

"Look!" she placed another document on his desk, but her finger pointed to a name.

Richard's eyes widened, but he leaned forward in shock. "Is this? But that's impossible," he muttered, reading more.

"No, sir. It's him. I made some calls. I confirmed it," Mrs. Pattinson continued, nodding in excitement.

The older man couldn't believe it. He had tasked several employees to make profiles on possible buyers for the business, and they were pretty detailed. Therefore, he was looking them over with the help of his secretary. However, he never imagined his son's name would be on those files.

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"I can't believe this," Richard whispered.

"Sir, this might be a sign from the universe. If I may be so forward, it was your plan for him to take over the company," Mrs. Pattinson added gently. "This could be your chance to fix what happened years ago. He is clearly successful. I hear that he has a stellar reputation."

"What else do you know about him?" Richard wondered.

"Yes, your son worked at a brokerage firm in New York and climbed up the ladder quicker than most people. But during one of his deals, he decided to buy a struggling company himself and turned it around. He's already bought other small businesses, merging them into his own, and expanded in clothes, accessories, and much more. It's brilliant," she explained.

"Sir," Mrs. Pattinson hesitated. "I think it's worth trying."

Richard nodded at her, and they both grinned slightly. When she left, he even let out a bout of laughter. His son had followed what he and Lillian wanted after all. He wasn't some sad, failed fashion designer surviving on ramen and living in a dirty studio apartment.

Christopher was a real businessman, like his father. Pride filled Richard's chest as all his worries disappeared.

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***

A few days later...

Christopher's father walked into his company's conference room and shook hands with everyone gathered while maintaining a wide, confident grin. Christopher sat closest to the door at the head of the table, surrounded by his lawyers. Mr. Davis walked to the opposing side near the windows.

Most of the negotiations had taken place already. All left was signing the papers, and the company would officially belong to Christopher.

"Hello, Son," Mr. Davis smiled as he shook his hand.

"Hello, Father," he said stoically and squeezed hard.

"Come on, boy. Don't need to be so serious," his father laughed and hit his arm. "Your mother is outside. We're going to celebrate after we wrap this up."

Christopher didn't say anything else and didn't agree to the invitation. His arrogant father had called him, and instead of begging as he should've after ten years later of silence, he got down to business.

He said Christopher had to buy the company because it was destiny. Christopher's first instinct was, of course, to say no and laugh on the phone. However, he had learned never to reveal his emotions regarding business. He was particularly shrewd and had a great poker face. That's how he succeeded.

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But Mr. Davis didn't need to know that. Everyone sat down, and some more discussions took place. It was amusing how relaxed his father was. Christopher side-eyed the older man and again resisted the urge to laugh.

His father was under the false impression that he would get to keep his position or that he was passing the baton onto his son. He was acting like driving his business – his pride and joy – into bankruptcy, thanks to foolish and outdated decisions, was no big deal because his son came to bail him out.

The son he had refused to help when Christopher needed it the most. Ten years ago, Johnny helped him get the job at the brokerage firm, and he was so good and natural at it that they kept promoting him despite his age. They paid for his education, and he kept succeeding.

Christopher had to keep working at the brokerage firm to afford living expenses, and his dreams of being a fashion designer disappeared. He didn't dwell on it for long because his job was fascinating, and he got used to it. But when a deal with a clothes company came up, he saw a chance.

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Christopher also decided to offer scholarships and internship programs for fashion students. It was his way to heal his past wounds, and the aspiring designers had made his company flourish. It was a win, win.

And now, he was right before his father, but he had the upper hand. In movies or books, the hero would take the high road. He would forgive his parents for their actions, buy the company while preserving his father's reputation, and they would go to dinner to patch things up.

Yeah… I'm not much of a hero, Christopher thought slily.

"Let's get this sign, folks!" Mr. Davis linked and rubbed his hands as if ready for a juicy steak. But Christopher kept his polite facade and proceeded.

"Excellent," his father clapped. "Let's go celebrate, son. Your mom's been dying to see you."

"Mrs. Pattinson," Christopher called, not acknowledging his father.

"Yes, sir?" she entered the office.

"Would you call security to escort Mr. Davis out?" he continued, leaning back on his chair.

"Excuse me?" she asked, unsure, and looked at her former boss.

"You heard me. And Mrs. Davis should also leave the building," Christopher continued. "Immediately, please. I don't want them near me anymore."

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"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Mr. Davis had jumped from his chair and hit the conference desk with his hands.

"Don't make a scene, Mr. Davis, or I will call the police instead of just building security," Christopher tutted. "You can tell Mrs. Davis that I have no interest in going to dinner with you two. You are not my parents. You made that very clear ten years ago."

"You can't call security on me! This is my company!" Mr. Davis hit the desk with each word.

"No," Christopher replied, finally lifting one side of his mouth in a grin. "It's not. It's my company, and you are not welcome here anymore."

Mr. Davis' neck had gotten red as a tomato, but security arrived just then. "Sir, you'll need to come with us," one of the men in his uniform said.

"I'm not going anywhere!" the older man screamed. His lawyers stood up and got close to appease him. Meanwhile, Christopher and his team simply stared. But his cunning smile didn't waver.

"Fine! Fine!" Mr. Davis said, stepping angrily away from the guards.

As the older man reached the door, Christopher asked, "Am I worthy now?"

Mr. Davis stared daggers at him, but his whole body deflated. The older man nodded and walked away, escorted by security.

What can we learn from this story?

• Parents can guide children toward the right decisions, but they can't dictate their future. Mr. and Mrs. Davis made a terrible mistake when they kicked their son out for having different dreams.
• Some things can't be forgiven at all. Mr. Davis was arrogant enough to think that his son would easily forget his actions and that their relationship would return to normal. But he was wrong.

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