#Chapter 53 - Tracer''s Help


    #Chapter 53 - Tracer''s Help


    Adrian


    Work has proven to be a good distraction from the mess that is my divorce with Ste. Ourwyers have been fighting back and forth on our behalf while Ste and I continue to ignore each other.


    Neither of us has sent a call or text message to the other, thest bits ofmunication between the two of us being the mming of a car door while she rushes back inside of her apartment building. I''m pretty sure that the tire marks from my car are burned into the asphalt in front of the building, a permanent stain of our disdain for each other.


    I shuffle through the various documents that my secretary ced on my desk for me. Many of the pieces of paper revolve around a new project that mypany and I are working on..


    A sigh flies from my lips as I push away a printed out powerpoint presentation from the marketing department. The green and blue letters pop out against the white of the page, their n to unveil the new project to the country staring at me with big and bold lettering.


    How can Ste think that people who willingly participate in gang activity are good people? How can she honestly think that they do not have a choice but to give into the temptation of organized crime?


    How can Ste forget about what happened with ra? Her sister - someone that she could endlessly love and care for despite theirck of blood rtion - almost died because of people in gangs. They came after me but ra was the one to pay the price.


    The mafia and gangs in the city has brought nothing but pain into our lives. If ra didn''t get shot or fall into hera, we would have been able to live our lives together much sooner than having it be dyed.


    Maybe then would Ste and I still be friends who are on good terms with each other. Maybe in that other life, we can still smile andugh with each other like we used to do in the beginning of our contracted marriage.


    Getting a divorce with Ste is ultimately the best thing that I can do in my life. Mypany''s shareholders will understand that things happen in the busy life of a married couple, that people can grow apart from one another and can leave with the mutual understanding that marriage is not going to work anymore.


    I wonder how the public will react to the news when it eventually gets out. Knowing Ste, she''ll have Sebastian''s team "leak" stories about how I was a tyrant in our marriage, how I always kept her hidden and locked away even though she is the one who never wanted to go to parties and social events with me. She only ever went to bigger events where he presence was required and not an option to be chosen from.


    With Ste out of my life, with me being able to take the golden ring off of my finger, I will finally find some peace with the world I have created from all around me. Ste and Sebastian, alongside his dangerous connections to the gangs in the city, will finally leave me be. I can move on with my life and do greater things such as focusing on my new project.


    Six years ago, my mother suddenly suffered from a cerebral hemorrhage. It was quick and it almost killed her, threatening to pluck her soul off of the before I even had the chance to say goodbye. Thankfully, she was slipped into aa, something that I was all too familiar with seeing how ra fell into one the year prior.


    My new project will bee focused on sudden medical scares like this. Taking inspiration from my mother''s medical condition, I want to be able to help others take the initiative and fight back against sudden and terrifying medical ailments.


    Nobody deserves to be told through the phone that their mother was found passed out on the floor and was taken to the hospital. Nobody deserves to feel confused for the first three months of their loved one''s sickness and be given no answers.


    apter 53-Tracer''s Help


    I want tobat this. I want people to be able to see in real time of what can happen to someone and be able to prevent as much damage as possible.


    With an intelligent heal management system, people will be able to rest easy knowing that their answers to all of their questions will be at the tips of their fingers. All of the data will be personalized towards them and their health as well, making it a unique experience for those who need transparency at its finest.


    The project, however, will require as much data protection as possible. People will be cing their trust into my hands, to ce their identity as well as the most personal information about them into a form that will be stowed away in a server somewhere.


    That server, well, can be easily hacked into. It is exactly the reason why I need someone to help me fortify the server''s walls, to build them up so high so that nobody can break in and leak sensitive information, especially when ites to a well known and influential patient who decides to use the service.


    I turn my attention towards myputer, looking at the lit screen that sits on my emails inbox. Dozens of unanswered emails stare back at me. I click out of it and move to a new tab, typing in a link that has be all to familiar to me these past couple of months.


    The hacker mainframe is a familiar sight. I can navigate the portal with ease now, not needing my employee''s help to find my way around the confusing database. It makes sense, though, as to why it is hard to navigate and why there are so many terms that are unknown to outsiders such as myself.


    I find myself in the messaging service that the dark website provides. Myputer''s cursor moves across the screen and finds itself hovering over a familiar name.


    Tracer


    The hacker that had left me dumbfounded with how simr they are to my ex- wife. Ste could never measure up to something as interesting or important as a hacker, though. She has never shown an interest in the topic and instead scrolled through endless pages of a luxury brand''s store page or her weird interest in shirtless men like that one time I caught her in her bedroom.


    Tracer was at the same resort I was at this past weekend. ra mentioned their name, stating that people mistook her for the hacker. It was confusing to hear that someone who I have worked with through the anonymity of the inte could be so close to me in my real life.


    I look around the room as my fingers hover over theputer''s keyboard. They twitch for a brief moment before beginning to slowly type out a message.


    Adrian: Tracer, I would like to hire you for a new job. It is of the upmost importance and I need nothing short of the best. Can we talk?