Chapter 7

The answer came that Friday afternoon.

My father, Ian Jefferson, came home early for once. As I was helping him organize documents in the study, I suddenly heard a familiar name.

"Joseph? Are you sure, Dad?" I jerked my head up, the documents nearly slipping from my grasp.

Ian nodded, frowning. "Today, the technical director reported that a high school student calling himself the 'Future Tech Leader' has been reaching out to our managers frequently. He even hinted he knows some personal matters concerning you."

He gave me a meaningful look. "Do you know this Joseph?"

My fingers unconsciously clenched…