Hidden Dreamer ~A Charles Trippy Fanfic~

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It was 1:45 in the afternoon and I was sipping my coffee and writing in my calendar.

"June 14: California 4:15" I crossed it off as my secretary Joanne walked in.

"Anastasia we have someone to see you" I didn't think one bit that it was Shaycarl's buddy he sent.

"Are they booked?" I asked.

"No"

"Who dosen't book an appointment" I pushed my chair back and sat up and walked to the lobby outside of my office.

There was a man on his phone with purple hoodie wrapped around his body and grey jeans with two holes at the knees.

"And what can I do for you today" He looked up quickly at the sound of my voice putting his phone away.

"Oh, My name is Charles Trippy fellow YouTuber in Florida."He outstretched his hand for me to take. He looked vaguely familiar.

"Anastasia Brooks" I shook his hand.

"You look familiar, Have I met you before?" He said smiling.

"No I don't think so" I said.

"Well my buddy Shay called me to come to you and talk to you about what is really happening at Maker" He said, he was talking with his hands. Sadly I find that attractive.

"Well, Ok. Step into my office" I gestured him toward the two doors.

"Wow, nice office. What are you here? Manager? Co-founder?"He asked looking around at the decor.

"President... actually" I sat down in my chair while smoothing out my skirt.

"Well Shay sent me this from an email and I printed it out for you to see" I set the sheet of paper on my desk. I took out my glasses and started to read it.

"Huh, problems with computers eh? But what is causing it?" I set the paper down. "Well" next I set my glasses on the desk." Shay came to the right woman for computer problems" I scooted my chair back and walked towards the clear white board, picked up a marker and started writing a graph and multiple equations.

"So it looks like someone is hacking from the inside and outside which I have no idea how that is possible. You would have to be a pro at this kind of problem to do that. Even though its going to be hard to get to the main hardrive, it's buried deep" Charles looked at me wide eyed as I was talking.

"Do you understand this?" I pointed to the board.

"No, not at all" He chuckled 

"Well, It's easy to understand but no time to explain" I smiled.

"Well, that's all I needed" He got up and shook my hand. "It was nice meeting you Anastasia, I hope we could do this again soon" I smiled, agreeing with him and little did I know that I would be meeting him later.

I watched as he walked out the doors. He did look familiar but I just couldn't put my tongue on it! It's obvious that he knows that we've met before. I looked at the clock '3:07'

"Better start leaving I said paging Joanne to my office.

"Yes Anastasia?" She walks in.

"I'm leaving soon" I said grabbing my keys.

"Well I hope you have a great flight" She says 

"Thank you very much, I'll see you very soon" I smiled and hugged her.

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I dragged my suitcase through the busy airport. I walked past a staircase and there was a crowd around it. The people crying and holding up signs saying 'Welcome home Daddy!' I saw a father pick up her little girl, hugging her tightly. I felt a tear stream down my cheek and I continued walking. I got to my gate and handed the woman my ticket. I looked around and walked into my gate. I sat in an empty row of seats and hoping no one would sit here. But I was wrong, a man about a seat away from me sat down. He was wearing a blue zip up hoodie with a strange shirt under it saying 'Internet Killed Television', I looked down as he was wearing black shorts and black and white chucks (Converse). I examined him but his face was hidden, I turned my face toward the window a few seats away from me. I looked down at my self, I was still wearing my work attire, the skirt was so uncomfortable. I stood up and grabbed my carry on and took the extra pair of clothes out of the bag. I took the clothes and headed towards the bathroom to change. It was a comfy outfit and a bit daring, not really something I would wear but I'll give it a try. I slipped the tank top on that said 'Dream it, Live it'. Next I put on some jean shorts, my grey converse. I took the plaid shirt and tied it to my waist. I took my hair down to reveal my dark chocolate wavy hair. It's weird going into a bathroom as a sophisticated 26 year old, then coming out looking like a rebelled teenager. I folded my office clothes neatly and opened the door. I stopped in my tracks as a man was standing next to the door waiting. He looked at me.

"Anastasia?".