Chapter 10 Max. He's 24 now and co owns a successful cyber security business.
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Max put on his best three piece suit adjusting his tie as he prepared to go into the office.
He now held a position at TCS/Turner Cyber Security, under the direction of his stepfather Tim Turner.
He had majored in computer science and had become one of the leaders in the new cyberspace company that his step father had created with him.
He helped develope new software with his team that had allowed them to protect big market consumers and to track down cyber criminals.
The threats were non stop, the criminals were constantly inventing new ways to suck his client's information.
Most of these threats were from off shore companies.
He was very good at what he did. He had poured out everything he had into this position.
He even neglected to call his mother Karen back, who had called to wish him a very happy 24th birthday.
He never celebrated his birthday after his 18th birthday and the whole events surrounding it.
He was trying very hard to put his past behind him now.
Max went by MT at the office, he found it safer when he took on Cyber bullies to stay clear from his real identity.
Tim Turner met Max at the elevators and they rode up to the office together.
Max opened his computer, he scanned an email that had popped up in his web mailbox. He rubbed his chisled chin.
His eyes were focusing on the letter he'd recieved from a company that used a Canadian Web server.
He quit fighting it and put his black rimmed glasses on.
He couldn't read close up without them. He looked like a blond Clark Kent.
The office girls giggled when he got up to get coffee they lowered there eyes lashes and asked him, " how's Clark doing today?"
All in good fun, he thought.
He went back to work searching the black web, trying to find out who had been stealing information from one of their new major software clients.
They were getting very close to tracking down the IP address of the malware account.
He had a lead that it was somewhere in Canada.
Tim Turner had decided that they should take a trip up north and meet with their new clients in the Canadian market.
They needed to get a better lead on the cyber threats in Canada, as they were expanding their business up north.
The next day, Max prepared for his trip up north.
He packed his bags and had his suits freshly pressed.
He went into his closet and pulled out his passport.
He had not used it for a while. Not since he had been searching for Jamie.
He looked everywhere for her. He went to Mexico and throughout the northern states and into Canada.
He was unable to locate her no matter what he did.
No one had ever heard of her.
Her name hadn't shown up on any new bank accounts there was nothing to indicate that she was anywhere.
It was as if she had just disappeared.
His little brother Aaron came in to his room.
Max stayed in Jamie's old room, above the garage. He got comfort there, smelling her perfume in his bed, until it faded away to leave him cold and empty. Aaron was 17 now. He saw Max looking at his passport.
He knew that he had been thinking of her.
They all thought about her. He asked him about his trip. "You gonna look for her when you are there?"
He shook his head, no. He decided he would put that all behind him now.
He actually became quite angry at her for just leaving. He thought that it was very chicken s*** of her to put it mildly.
He had dated a few women after his time with Jamie, it always seemed like they were immature and hollow girls.
They dressed pretty and they said the right things, but he never had that depth of feeling that he'd had with Jamie.
He hated her guts now when he thought about her he would actually feel sick.
Tim pulled up in a black car with tinted windows and honked the horn.
Aaron went out to say hello to his dad.
Max placed his suitcase in the trunk and jumped in to the seat next to his stepdad, they headed to their private jet.
Max and Tim landed in Vancouver, BC. Max walked ahead of Tim, carrying their bags.
They entered the hotel and checked into their suite.
Max made arrangements to meet with Frank Gold. The head of security for their new client, the Jeff Allen corporation.
Max was very excited to meet Frank and hit the ground running.
Frank brought him into his opulent office. "Have a seat, Maxwell Turner is it," he shook Max's hand.
Please, just call me MT, that's what everyone calls me.
He smiled and called his secretary in.
She was pretty little thing. Long legs, short skirt. Well endowed.
He accepted a cup of tea from her and nodded as she left.
Frank smiled," I think you'll find that there are going to be many beautiful pieces here."
Max turned his head to the side, "pieces?"
"Ah, Mr. Allen calls the girls live pieces of art. That's privileged information, by the way MT."
Max nodded, feeling very uncomfortable. He was getting a bad feeling about his new client, Jeff Allen of the Jeff Allen corporation.
He kept his feelings to himself. The richer they were, the weirder they got. He shuddered.
Putting on his superman glasses, he dug in and got to work. "Hmm, if I'm going to get through all of these files, I think I need my own work space. Is there an office not in use?"
Frank Gold got up, made a call and a lovely red head came in. She had no bra on.
He looked away.
She took him up the elevator into a large office on the 15th floor. "You can use this office.
It has a private suite attached to it, in case you want to sleep, or do other things"...
She said," Did anyone ever tell you that you look like a blond Clark Kent?"
He smiled and closed the door. He needed to call his step dad.
"Hey I'm on the 15th floor. When you come, ask for Frank Gold, he'll bring you up."
Tim apologized, "Hey I got a call from your mom, she said Aaron got in a car accident. He's in the hospital, I'm flying back. You gonna be OK here,"
Max said," Yes, of course, is he hurt?"
Tim said he didn't know much as Karen was yelling at him and very upset.
"Well, you know your mother, she can create a mountain out of a mole hill, I'll call when I land."
Max informed him that he would stay in the office for now as it had a private suite. Max got up and rubbed his head. He had a bad feeling.
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