Eight

“Sir, your wife is working at Flemch Enterprise as a programmer.” Joel held a file, but he wasn’t looking at it. “I was informed that Flemch had a massive breach in their security from rival groups, but whenever their programmers tend to fix it; it reappears worst than the previous. They couldn’t identity where exactly the breach was coming for. I think Mrs. Grimm was employed for that purpose.”

Nick nodded, lifting his gaze away from his laptop. This morning, he had sneaked back to Nita’s hotel, and fortunately he had seen his son walking out with the same man he had seen with Nita. He had stolen a shot of him and was gazing at it before Joel walked in to inform him about his wife. He needed ways to get closer to his son before revealing his identity, but he had no idea how he would achieve that. 

He needed to gain his trust to make it easy to win his son.

He raised his brow, “Nita is a programmer.” 

He had no idea she was. He wished he had paid more attention to her interest when they were together, but it seem like it was too late. She had moved on.

Joel nodded, “Yes, sir. But, according to some of the workers at Flemch, she is a mediocre. Just a decoration until Cyborg is found.”

When Joel glanced at his boss again, his nose flared in anger. Joel had to step back. He had no idea what he had said to warrant his boss anger all of a sudden. 

“Who dare call her a mediocre?”

Joel avoided his gaze, but had no response to the question. It was a rumor that was flying around at the company. He had only relay what he had heard.

Nick shut his laptop and picked up his phone. He typed on it aggressively before dropping it back. Soon, his cell phone started ringing. 

He stared at it. Carl Kings of Flemch was calling him. 

He intended on ignoring him, as he had passed his message across via text, but he needed to let him know it was important, so he picked up.

The other man tone was low as if he was calling from somewhere secretive, “Hello, Mr. Grimm. I received your message but I don’t seem to follow through. What do you mean your wife is working in my organization?”

As long as Carl was concerned, the last staff he had employed was Cyborg. And there was no way she could be Nick’s wife. He had no idea the guy was married. 

Nick frowned. Was it that hard to detect?

“You recently employed a programmer and I heard rumors she’s referred to as mediocre. If you don’t want your company to be history, I suggest your caution your employees.”

Carl got the message; clear.  He knew Nick was also searching for Cyborg, so why didn’t he know his wife was her. 

Was she keeping her identity from her family?

He knew it was none of his business so he heed to Nick’s warning and hung up. If he hadn’t signed a contract to never expose her identity under no circumstances, he might have been willing to tell Nick she was Cyborg. 

Who dare referred to her as Mediocre?

Nick sighed when he placed the phone down. He might no longer be with Nita, but she’s still legally his wife under the law, and his to protect, legally. 

He dismissed Joel and got to work. 

As soon as it was noon, he called Joel back. 

“I need information on my son’s school.”

Joel nodded, giving him the information immediately. He had researched ahead as he had for-tell his boss would want to know about his son. 

As soon as he got the information, he headed towards a mall. The place was filled with others, and it was the first time he was shopping in a crowded place. Most of his shopping was done by his helps, but he needed to do this himself. It was his first gift to his son. 

Nick filled the cart with random things. He had no idea exactly what a little guy would need, but he had gotten everything he thinks would entice him. With how filled up his cart was, some stared at him strangely, but all he could think of was seeing his son. 

He loaded the goods in his car, and drove to the destination Joel had given him. He sat in his car waiting for Nate to come out. He smiled as he realized his name also started with letter, ‘N’. Their names all started with letter, ‘N’.

Nick shifted in his seat. He had been sitting for ten minutes and there was no sign of the children coming out. 

Nick picked up his phone to attend to some things. It was his first time waiting on someone; people always do the waiting for him. He had never had a reason to wait expect when he realized Nita was gone and pregnant. 

Soon, he heard cars coming in, and lifted his head up. He saw the same guy that was with Nick earlier in the morning drop from his car, and took long strides towards the building. Soon, he came out with the boy. 

Nick frowned. He hadn’t calculated the fact that he might be the one to pick the boy up. But he needed to make contact with his son today. 

He dropped from his car and moved towards them while holding some of the goodies in his pocket. He strode as if he wanted to come pick his child up, too, but as soon as he came closer to them, he dropped a bar of chocolate on the floor. 

Nate saw it and called his attention to what he had dropped. 

Nick stopped, his eyes widening in feign surprise. “Thank you.” He picked the bar of chocolate. “Please, wait. Take this.”

Jimmy’s eyes flashed, “Thank you, Mister, but you don’t have to worry.”

Nick shook his head, resisting his urge to tell him, ‘fuck you.’ He forced a smile towards the man even though it was all teeth, “I love it when I see smart children.”

Nate beamed at the compliment. “Thanks, but I can’t collect that mister.”

Jimmy nodded, moving the boy along. 

Nick cursed underneath before stopping them again, “How about I know your name?”

Nate smiled. “It’s Nate Green.”

Nick sneered at the last name. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Nate. I’m Nick. I hope we can be friends if we meet again.”

Nate nodded. 

Nick smiled. He knew they would surely meet again.