The Abandoned Trillionaire

Chapter 7

Stiles paced around the office, his gaze was all over the place as he paced around, his face was etched with a mixture of bewilderment and anxiety.

Jonathan Jacobs was busy running facial recognition on the picture of the lady.

"Jonathan Jacobs… first of all how did you hack into the top military-grade firewall of the international facial recognition datalog using my palm print?"

"C'mon tell me something?"

"First my mom was killed mysteriously and I was taken to an orphanage the night of my birth by a weirdo in the disguise of a nurse."

"What is really going on here?"

Jonathan Jacobs remained silent as he stared askance at the laptop on his desk.

"Stiles, you are an asset, the only heir to the most important, powerful and influential man on the continent."

"What do you expect?"

"I was able to access the international facial recognition datalog with your dad's access number, the Fibonacci sequence, 123581321."

"Each number is an addition of the last two numbers before it."

"Then I needed his print and lucky for us he had already logged into his account."

Stiles, still a little bit jittered, walked over to the wine cellar and poured himself some Les Remarquables de Martell.

Gulping one cup he sat down to analyse the whole situation.

Staring at Jonathan Jacobs, Stiles immediately noticed that his demeanour had changed from exhilaration to a mixture of anxiety and confusion.

"What is it, Jonathan Jacobs?"

Stiles asked as he walked towards Jonathan Jacobs and gazed at the screen.

"What the hell!!!"

The screen of the laptop read, Name not found.

"This is impossible…"

"This cannot be…"

Jonathan Jacobs immediately shouted as he kicked the air in frustration.

Stiles immediately plopped into his seat, "How then do we find her if the International Facial Recognition Centre doesn't have her data?"

"This is really bad!"

Jonathan Jacobs immediately removed his suit and loose tie.

Pacing around he stared back and forth at the ceiling above his head.

Walking over to the other side of the office, he poured himself some Les Remarquables de Martell and sat on the lounge gazing down on the busy street below the ultra-luxury suit.

Stiles immediately joined him and pulled a sofa towards his direction.

"Why isn't she logged in to the international facial recognition database?"

"What sorcery is this?"

Stiles vented angrily.

"I thought the record of everyone in the country should be logged in on that database?"

The situation was really intense as only Stiles did the talking while Jonathan Jacobs was just lost in his thoughts.

"Wait a minute!" Jonathan Jacobs immediately jumped up as he just had an idea.

"How could Director Zack be so careless with information on the international facial recognition database centre."

Jonathan Jacobs said as he picked up his phone and placed a call to Director Zack.

"C'mon pick up your phone…you dweeb."

Jonathan Jacobs said pacing angrily around in the lounge.

"Hello Mr Jonathan, I wasn't expecting your calls till Sunday."

"I hope there isn't any issue?" Director Zack as he lapped his glasses on his nose bridge.

"I will tell you what the issue is… if you don't upload back the information of the lady whose picture I just faxed you, you can kiss your job goodbye."

Jonathan Jacobs threatened as he slammed the telephone on the desk.

"Can you imagine, Director Zack is asking me questions…he just has 2 minutes to get back to me."

Jonathan Jacobs continued his ranting as Stiles gazed upon the pictures one more time.

"If Zack doesn't provide me with the information I need, then he is ready to go back to the street where he belongs."

Just then Jonathan Jacob's phone rang causing Stiles and himself to look in the direction of the phone on the table.

Picking up the phone, the quaky voice of Director Zack broke through from the other side.

"Mr Jonathan Jacobs, I wasn't the one who called for the removal of this ladies' information on our database."

Director Zack said as he wiped beads of sweat building up on his face with his handkerchief.

"Are you sweating in an air-conditioned room?" Jonathan Jacobs asked as if he was in the same office as Director Zack.

"No Boss…not at all."

Zack said as he wiped his face with his face towel.

"So who ordered the complete erasing of that lady's data? We need her name or anything that we can use to find her"

Jonathan Jacobs asked, his eyebrows furrowed in anticipation as he expected an answer.

"Sire, there is something you need to know."

Director Zack said, his voice was suddenly barely above whispers.

"What is it Director Zack, just tell me what the issue is, I really don't have time for this game."

Jonathan Jacobs said as he turned on the loudspeaker of the phone and placed it on the table.

"Sire, some minutes before you called in, a higher authority from overseas called in and demanded that I wipe every piece of data we have on this particular lady."

"Not just the international facial recognition database centre, but her data is currently wiped out on every data platform, credit card, banks, Interpol and everything."

Director Zack said as he fidgeted in his office, more beads of sweat building up his face, dripping down his beads and onto the files on his table.

"Wait what?!"

Stiles and Jonathan Jacobs immediately screamed out loud.

"Can you give me the name of this so-called top figure that called you?"

Stiles immediately asked Director Zack, his voice was laced with a mixture of trepidation and anxiety.

"I can't say for sure…he didn't reveal himself and his call line was military-grade secure just like the line you are calling me from right now."

"I wished I could tell you more Mr Jonathan Jacobs but I can't."

Director Zack said as tears threatened to well down his eyes.

"No problems, Director Zack…I will get back to you."

Jonathan Jacobs said as he dropped the call in frustration.

"Stiles we might actually be in a much bigger battle than we had anticipated."

"I don't think we are the only ones interested in your

mom's murderers."

"I'm beginning to suspect a powerful and influential hand to be involved in your mom's sudden death."

"But who and why?"