Vance's POV
Rollings Designs - The next day
"Mr Vance," Jonathan's assistant greeted me as I entered the building.
"How's he doing?"
"Well, he picks the track slowly, but when he gets the headaches…"
"I feel we're pressuring him,"
"Are we doing it the right way?"
"Don't worry,"
I slowly walked inside and saw Jonathan running his hand through his hair.
"What's the matter?"
"Can't you see?" he said frustrated.
"Nothing makes sense,"
"So much has changed over the years,"
"First of all, look at this," he said pointing to his calculator.
"Before it was only a calculator, now it has a doodle pad too,"
I smiled as he spoke.
"And I can't access my own desk…laptop,"
"When did I change my desktop?"
"It's been nineteen years, lots has changed,"
"About the access,"
"Don't worry, let me fill you in," I said as I sat across from him.
"What password are you using?"
"Obviously Imelda's birthday and our anniversary, but none are working,"
"Oh, I tried my birthday as well,"
