“I heard he bought a new house in that small town outside of Mulberry.”

“Mulberry! What’s in Mulberry?”

The maid shrugs her shoulders. “Who knows. Maybe another scheme to add to his fortune.”

Caspian shakes his head as he overhears the maids talking.

It’s true, he did buy a new house in the small town of Mulberry. He started to hate the loud city, with bustling traffic and smoggy air.

Quietness was desirable, and he hoped to find it in Mulberry.

“To your Mulberry address, sir?” His driver asked.

“Yes, thank you Benedict.”

“Of course.”

As they drove the long hours to his new house, he admired the scenic views.

Tall pine trees towered and mountains stood high in the distance.

Caspian smiles at the pure beauty of nature.

After arriving at his new mansion, just outside of Mulberry, Caspian made the decision to go into town.

Wandering around, he saw magazine covers of himself and articles asking the same question he’d heard for years, “How did Caspian Rosewood make his fortune?”

He shook his head at the question, smirking as he made his way into a small coffee shop.

After he ordered, he waited near the end of the counter, scrolling through emails and messages on his phone.

“So, how’d you do it?”

Caspian turned to find a woman, with fiery red hair and sparkles of frecklaces on her delicate face. She was smiling at him, waiting for his response.

“Do what?” He laughed.

The woman lowered her voice. “Get the fortune?”

Caspian, out of annoyance, said, “I found a cave of treasure on an island outside of the Port of Washington.”

The next day, all over the news was Caspian’s long-held secret.

Everyone knew he got his money from pure luck.