HIS DELICATE

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I can't believe my luck.

Rolling my stiff shoulder, I blew a tired breath. The mac laptop cradling between my legs felt hot against my skin but I didn't mind.

I bit my inner cheek as the last string of data pattern tick off. I did it!

I've been awake the whole night facing my Dad's laptop, doing some illegal stuff. Hacking. Swiping the keyboard in haste, I injected a worm into the data base to give me enough time to sneak inside their main server. I read and modified all data.

There you go...

Grinning eat to ear, my eyes focused on each pass code popping open. Then I began my magic.

Thirty minutes my mission was done. I hacked an Australian bank data base, and see for myself how filthy rich my dad is. This is only one of his account in different country. By my calculations it amounted to billion dollars in conversation yet we live in very normal neighborhood.

My dad is content in his small auto repair shop while my mom still a full time writer. Average lifestyle. Why? Partly I knew my parents history and the fact Dad is not an ordinary man before.

And I'm done! I take off my eye glasses sighing.

My fingers swiped again to erase my recent activiy and log out the computer. However, a certain file in desk D caught my attention. It says, INL PAGE; locked and compressed files. My eyes went to the window. Why Dad locked a files? One policy in our family, No secrets. My mom made it.

I rolled my lips thinking.

Hmmmm... Don't do it Rosé! Dont!

My fingers twitched with voltage of curiosity. As always, it won. Dad won't mind...

I know its bad of me but everytime a challenge arose to see how far my skills stretch, I use it.

In few seconds I tapped the first file, I read:

Memoir 000001

I wake up with no memory. I'm in white room, lying on a bed. Alone.

My whole was body was numb.

I tried to remember what happened to me but nothing came up. Suddenly a man name Marco came to my room. He introduced himself as a friend, too bad I didn't remember him either.

They said my name is Ivan Nicholas Larson and I nearly died because of an explosion. Why? They didn't say.

I asked Marco if I have family. He said they were all dead. That information hurt me a little but I didn't dwell on it. I think I'm fine.

Weeks passed and my doctor advised me use a wheelchair but the cast will remain in my arm. That's how I managed to roam around the hallway. I spent the time by looking around. Watching people below, taking notes of their faces. I noticed I'm the only patient using top floor and it confused me.

After I was discharged from the hospital. Marco said I needed to have my Welcome Home party. He said its necessary. I asked him if I'm someone important; it all make sense. The big villa, the guards outside. Again, Marco said I don't need to worry about it.
So I did.