*Kat’s POV
“It might be you.” Said Amanda who entered the kitchen after the servant let her in.
Ryder and I have been sitting in the kitchen the whole time we were working on the computer after we had our breakfast. It had been 2 hours!! Gosh we did spend an awful amount of time on this rather than doing something else that wouldn’t be eating our brains out.
“Why me?” Ry asked.
“I don’t know if you remember but uncle Damien always called you son. I first thought it was just endearing words that he used to call each of us. But the letters Kat got and my father got says to ask you for help. So when I put two together it made sense why he would call you son.” She said while she made herself at home much to Ry’s annoyance.. She asked Aunt J for a coffee And when she took the leftover pancake onto her plates Ry was about to jump out of his seat but stopped when I put my hand over his thigh and glared at him.
I still don’t get the feud between Ryder and Amanda. Anyways got no time for that. Back to the issue at hand.
“That could still mean endearing word, but what made you come to that conclusion, that the son dad mentions is Ry?” I asked confused.
After she gulps down the pancake with the coffee and wipes her mouth with the napkin, she faces me. “What other son could Uncle mean here? Also other than our family no one else knows Ry’s full name since he hated it so much when he was a kid that he made his father not put it into any documents. It was only after the accident he accepted his middle name Wayne.”
“But even if the world dint know it then, now they do know he has Wayne as his middle name.” I asked, now even more confused.
“Though I hate to say this she may be right, it was much later I had kept my middle name as the company’s name. I don’t think Uncle was a clairvoyance to know that in the future I would change the name. When Uncle was helping me build up the company it was still under the name Scott, it was only after your parents death that I changed it to Waynst so that you wouldn’t find me.” He said.
Fortunately I did find him, if not for the company project I wouldn’t ever have found him. It was only after meeting him that I knew why the name Waynst was so familiar to me yet I dint figure it out before meeting cause like Mandy said never would I have thought what he disliked when he was a kid would be his company’s name.
“If what Amanda said is right, then that would explain why uncle made me do the same code again and again.” He said, to which my curiosity grew. I always wanted to know why we were taught different though it was not one of the many questions that I had prioritized over. Hence I completely forget about it as the year passed by.
“He always gave me the same code again and again no matter how many times I made it right. And some days I used to get frustrated at doing the same code again and again despite me learning it thousand times to master it.” He said while he went to the coffee machine to make him coffee and when I went to make me one too he said he would do it. I went back to my seat grateful that I don’t have to do anything as I was more curious about the story than the coffee yet would love to have one to drink.
“So one day when I asked him he said I would understand it in the future and that whenever I am stuck this would be the answer. Every time I was stuck with the codes concerning my company projects I used to remember his words and the codes somehow was related to the code he made me do but different yet had the code as the backbone.” He said and turned to get the sugar from the shelf. He brought it near the coffee machine and was setting everything in the cup while waiting for the coffee to be done. He poured it to the cup and was adding the milk.
“It was now, I realised why I was made to do it again and again. It was for this moment. To get the real contents from the laptop. To get the real desktop. But what I don’t get is why me? While he could have easily made you learn the code and do it yourself. You are capable to do it too.” He said looking towards me and handed me my coffee.
“Maybe it might be for Kat to have someone to support her and not to do this all by herself. That’s why Uncle asked both me and Kat to meet you and you to help her. He indeed saw you as his own son after all.” Mandy said sipping her coffee.
I pondered over what they said while I drank the coffee. He somehow always makes the coffee the way I want it to be. Perfectly strong but sweet but with a tinge of bitterness.
Just like how my life is going on, with its sweetness and bitterness. Yet I am standing as strong as I am taught to be by my dad. I wish my parents were here so I dint have to figure this all out. Sometimes it is too tiring to find the answers when I feel like the answers are right in front of me. Maybe it is. Maybe it always was right in front of us like how dad kept on giving us hints through computer, codes and his letter. If he dint know this wouldn’t have happened and it would have been way harder for us to track for the clues not knowing where to start. Now I feel like their accidents was where the starting point for us was to figure it all out.
What I don’t get is, what do I have to figure out? Why? How does it concern me? Why my father was so invested in us to find out the truth while he could have done it so himself? What is the issue with just declaring their death as just accident, why did I have the nagging feeling it was not? Why is everything I am doing now leading on to how it was not just an accident but much more? If I don’t find it sooner will I and the people around me be in trouble as well?
Will we end up like them?