GoodReadEverett finally replied to Jonathan, [I'll send an escort.] [Change the children’s surname first!] Jonathan was all about business, not acting unless he was sure about the deal’s success.
Everett snorted dismissively and did not bother replying.
It was a battle of endurance now—a waiting game to see who would lose their cool first.
He knew his parents were all about keeping up appearances. If the press got wind that their grandchildren bore the surname Sanchez instead of Lopez, they would consider it a massive humiliation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNot that Everett cared much for such vanities.
When Dorothy returned with a bowl of corn chowder, Everett was already buried in work.
His stitches had just been removed, and he really should not have been moving around so much. He needed rest, but Dorothy knew all too well he was not a man who could rest easy.
The man on a video call with Everett was briefing him on a project, Everett's biggest venture for the following year: breaking into the electronics market with a new smartphone brand.
This was not Dorothy's area of expertise. She was so out of her depth that she would not even qualify as a due diligence assistant on this project.
Thus, she pondered momentarily before booting up her laptop and diving into an online tech forum.
The forum was a haven for experts, and despite the casual 'haha's' peppering the posts, the more nonchalant someone seemed, the more likely they were an expert in disguise.
And when it came to these experts, Dorothy's mind went straight to Byte 7.
That was what everyone called him — it seemed no one knew his real name. He was ghostly pale and spoke English fluently, so he most likely was a fellow countryman.
Moments later, Everett finally noticed her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPushing his laptop aside, his voice was deep with a nasal edge as he said, "That flash drive you asked Byte 7 to fix, is it done?" "Not yet." "What's so important on it that you had to go to him?" Everett had some insight into tech matters. After all, men are often inexplicably drawn to high-tech gadgets.
"Some documents. It'll be a hassle if they're lost." Her answer was as vague as it could be.
Of course, Everett knew the contents must be crucial, or else why would she pay top dollar for Byte 7's services? He also remembered how desperate she had been to meet Byte 7, willing to spend the night at Bay Residence if needed.
"Someone recommended him to me for this new company project.” Dorothy blinked. "You're thinking of bringing Byte 7 into the Lopez Corporation?" "Just a collaboration. He may not have what it takes to join the Lopez Corporation.” "Oh... | heard he's quite something." She had been casually browsing the forum and had already stumbled upon numerous posts singing Byte 7's praises.
Clearly, Byte 7 was a legend in the tech world.
"I might discuss the collaboration with him in person. Want me to nudge him about the flash drive?" "No need." Dorothy shook her head. "He'll contact me when it's fixed." Everett narrowed his eyes, recalling the night at Bay Residence when Byte 7 had called Dorothy out...
"Are you two close?" "Not really," Dorothy answered honestly. "Met him twice, and he was pretty rude both times, very impatient.” Byte 7 had an air about him, casual yet sharp, as if nothing mattered but also as if he could not stand anyone getting too close.
Whenever he spoke, it was with a tone so cutting and elusive that no one could truly guess what he was thinking.
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