The sun was shining bright on the deck of a luxury cruise ship, on board members of prestigious family's were enjoying there vacation until black clouds started to take shape in the horizon.
"Attention all passengers, This is your captain speaking,we are about to pass through the edges of the Catatumbo storm here in Venezuela, so we kindly ask for everyone to get indoors,thank you", were the words coming from the deck's speakers.
The people on the deck mumbled and started to go indoors when a loud scream was heard at the edge of the deck. It was an old lady who was peaking into the water.
"There is a child in the water !", she screamed .
Most of the passengers rushed to the front of the ship to look at the miracle that had just occurred and indeed there was a baby in a basket floating in the Ocean. The rescue team launched into the waters and retrieved the baby. She was taken to the captains office for identification.
At the desk of the captain sat a man who was clearly in his early twenties, his brown skin smooth skin shining in the light and his straight black hair complimenting his young handsome face . He sat there looking through the rooster of passengers he flipped and flipped and flipped then stopped and threw the rooster onto his desk . He rubbed his eyes and let out a soft yawn then looked at his Vice.
"Would you please call the family that spotted the child for me Mike", he said .
"Yes , Captain Max", replied Mike before leaving to fetch the family.
After a few minutes the old lady and her husband stepped into the room .
"Please take a sit ", offered the Captain.
The pair sat down and Captain Max took the rooster .
"Have you found the babies parents?", asked the old Lady whoo was Madam Scott the wife of a prestigious man named Mr Scott .
"You see, there is a bit of a problem , the child is no where on the rooster", replied the Captain.
"Then what are you implying?", asked the lady.
"This child's name doesn't appear anywhere", he said.
"What's her name?", she asked as she stood up and walked over to the baby sleeping on the couch.
"Based on the paper that was in the basket her name is Mira", the captain replied .
The old lady picked up the baby from the couch.
"Mira Scott , it doesn't sound half bad ,right Kelvin?", she said while looking at her husband .
Her husband sighed and nodded.
From that day onwards Mira was a Scott but not for long.
The day was twenty two December in Denmark when things started to go south. It was Mira's so called fourth birthday which was the date they found her on . The Scotts held a banquet to celebrate this day and was the day the Scotts would sign the will to give Mira half of their cooperation.
The room was filled with important guests members of other wealthy families where also there and one of them was Ethan Scott the first adopted son of the Scotts who was currently the only one on the Will the evening was beautiful and so was the event after some talk with the other families the room went dark a bright beam illuminated a man in a black suit on the stairs ,who was holding a worden board with paper on it. Everyone stood up and applauded as Sir Kelvin Scott walked up to the stairs.
"This is for my only daughter Mira who will take fifty percent of the Scoot cooperation", said Sir Scott.
He lifted the pen and was about to sign the documents when a sharp whistle like sound cut the air and Sir Scott plummeted down the stairs and onto the polished marble floor directly in front of Mira. Blood flowed out of his head onto the floor the room fell into chaos and punick everybody was in rush apart from Mira to her everything seemed to slow down in that moment.