Jeremy Waltz: A Billionaire Incognito

Chapter 10

Becky drove by and stopped by Aiden's house. She dropped off the car with a laptop in her hand and headed straight to his door.

Without knocking she inserted a key through the keyhole and twisted, making her way into the house successfully.

"What're you doing here?" Her eyes shrinked with surprise as she saw Aiden on the couch with his legs on the center table, a bottle of wine in his hand and a bag of chips on the edge of the chair.

On the TV a reporter reported with the volume mute, Aiden didn't feel like listening.

"How did you get in?" He took his legs of the table with his face reciprocating the shock expression she has on.

"Spare key," she replied.

"Give it to me," he stretched his hand at her with a palm wide open.

She threw the key at him and walked towards the adjacent couch, subsequently sitting down and putting the laptop on her thighs.

With her eyes locked on it she started typing.

"Why're you not at work?" She questioned, her eyes still locked on the computer screen.

Aiden placed his legs on the table and relaxed his back again, "I got fired."

She slowly raised her eyes at him without moving her head, "Why?"

"The CEO apparently has a problem with me," he spoke nonchalantly.

"You're gonna be working there for three months which approximates to three years in our timeline," she closed her laptop and stood up. "Let's go get you your job back."

"Tomorrow," he cleared his throat. "Let him had his moment."

Becky gently fell back on the couch and picked up her laptop where she laid it. "Don't tell me you went in there playing boss."

"Let's talk about something else," he attempted to shift the topic of discussion.

She ignored him and went on her laptop again.

"How's your social life? No friends?" He tried to investigate her wearing a smirk at the side of his lips.

She ignored him still, focusing on her work.

"You don't smile. You don't laugh. You don't flow in conversations. You're probably a sociopath. I won't be surprised if you're still a virgin."

Becky suddenly look upset, with her eyes locked on the screen of the computer, she spoke to him, "You know I'm surprised how you have never spoken about your family for once since we met. Or maybe you never had one. Scared to fall in love?" Seeing his expression change in real time she stared into his eyes and toned her voice to tease him, "What happen? Did it bite you?"

Aiden stood up the same second and took a quick gulp of his wine, the he dropped the bottle on the table with a loud thud and walked out of the house.

Becky couldn't be more nonchalant, she went back on her laptop as soon as she was done talking.

Outside Aiden walked down the streets with his eyes looking to and fro as he scanned the buildings. After a few steps away from his house, he realized he recognized most of the houses on that side of the street. This was the same neighborhood he grew up in.

It was already getting dark, but a few more steps and he'd arrive at his parents' house. Aiden decided to go and see them.

Ten steps away from the house, a taxi drove by and stopped in front of him, with his mom dropping out subsequently with a back of groceries, while struggling to fit the second bag in her other arm.

"Let me get that," he took them both from her and fitted them in his arms.

"Oh... Thank you," she smiled and walked to her door while he followed behind, staring at the house and marveling at the fact that even his mom couldn't recognize him.

She twisted the handle and opened the door wide for him to enter. Then she followed behind him.

Aiden placed the groceries on the kitchen table and turned around to her when he caught her gaze on him.

He immediately got confused and started rubbing his hands on his jeans.

"You remind me of my son. When he was your age," a cheerful smile grew on her face.

"About that," he pulled out a chair from the corner and took a seat. "How old is your son?"

"He's 37. I'd never forget my boy's birthday," she answered while arranging the groceries.

"Mam, I'm from the HHS; Department for Health and Human services, and I'd like to ask you a few questions."

She paused in shock midway while attempting to drop a carrot on the table. And then she continued again, trying to contain her suspicions. "What questions?"

"Is Jeremy Waltz your biological son? Please no lies, I have the documen..."

"Yes," she cut him off halfway through his speech and turned around to face him her voice growing incredibly hostile. "Yes, Jeremy Waltz is my son."

"A two year old went missing in 1990. Ripped from his mom and dad..."

"He's not our son," the dad came out of nowhere.

"Why're you desperately defending that loser?" He reprimanded her and then turned to Aiden. "Jeremy is not our boy. We picked him up from a garbage ship while fishing."

"The crew was away," Willie stood still on one spot with a doleful expression like he was confessing a crime in court. "Since me and my wife have been barren for years, we thought God had answered our prayers. Turns out it was the devil trying to shame us."

That last part pierced through Aiden's heart, with his regret dawning upon him again. He was really a failed son, even to his foster parents.

"That's enough," he stopped Willie halfway. "It was everything I needed, thank you."

He stood up, containing the tears trying to rush out of his eyes as he approached the door in haste.

"Who's he?" Willie turned around and asked his wife who ignored him and went on to arrange the groceries in anger.

"I'm calling the FBI," he moved to the phone.

"Why?" His wife yelled out.

"That young man might know the whereabouts of Jeremy. The FBI said to call if we heard anything," he quickly dialed the number.

"They'd put Jeremy in prison," she reminded him with a tone laced in concern.

"Stop with this emotional bullshit. He killed someone," he yelled at her.

"If you do this, never talk to me again," her eyes were red as she threatened.

Willie put the phone to his ear, "You'd get over it. By the way, the cameras they hid in the living room must have caught his face already."