Robert was concerned, to say the least. His boss, Morgan Cross, had been acting… unusually. He inquired his boss about his different behavior but was quickly shut down. But it wasn’t that Morgan was acting more and more stressed out, he usually did stress out about his deadlines and story, but it seemed that Morgan was acting distant and frantic, almost as if he was keeping secrets. But that wasn’t all. Although he was stressed and working hard, Morgan had no growth in his story. So what was going on with Morgan? Robert didn’t know what was causing his boss to act strange, but he knew he had to find out…
The letter had black swirling designs as a border, and the envelope was sealed with a fancy red wax seal. Morgan pulled the letter out and read, “Celebrate Locke Company’s 50th Anniversary” Everybody who was somebody was gonna be there. Normally, Morgan avoided these events and galas, but this was the perfect opportunity to look into the disappearance of James Graves and get rid of the Ghostwriter. It was taking place at the Locke Company’s HQ, which had a room where Christopher Locke kept a log and database of things related to the company.
After weeks of planning, the time came to go to the gala. Robert had insisted on coming along, much to Morgan’s protest. Morgan had it all planned out, he would go to the gala and talk as little as possible, and as soon as the opportunity presented itself, he would sneak away and use the database to learn more about James Graves.
He had also decided, after much inner conflict, that he would bring his laptop. It had seemed that his Ghostwriter wanted him to look into Graves, so maybe, if he brought his laptop he could communicate with the Ghostwriter.
“Are you ready, Mr. Cross?” Robert asked
Snapping out of his thoughts, “Yes, yes, let’s go,” Robert eyed him suspiciously as they left and the driver took them to the gala.
Locke Headquarters was towering over them with about 15 floors of workspace. The celebration was being held in the neighboring building and was huge. With large adjoining rooms and a medium lighting setting, everyone was dressed in suit ties or dresses. He recognized some of the people, everyone who was anyone was there. Robert stared aghast at all the formality, never have seeing so much glamour and professionalism before.
They saw Christopher Locke making his rounds about two rooms away from them.” Is that Christopher Locke?” Robert asked in awe.
He wore a formal black tuxedo and radiated power as he walked around the party. They watched as he made his way toward them.
“Hi, I’m Cristopher Locke,” he said as if it were necessary to introduce himself. “The Great Morgan Cross, I’m surprised to see you here, I thought you normally dodged these events”
“Yes, well I thought I should start going to more of these for PR, although events like this aren’t really my cup of tea, although you seem to have a beautiful party here,” Morgan said unused to chitchat, “This is my intern Robert,”
Usually, Robert was good at talking to people, but he seemed too in awe in front of the huge business tycoon, Christopher Locke, “Umm, hello,” was all he could bring himself to say.
“Nice to meet you, Robert, I’m glad you are enjoying the party, I should continue making my rounds. It was nice seeing you,” Locke continued on.
Robert also left to get refreshments, and Morgan decided this was the perfect opportunity to sneak out to the HQ. He weaved his way through the people and walked to the headquarters doors, but there was a security guard and a card scanner, and he seemed to remember a card on Christopher Locke’s belt.
“Great,” Morgan Cross muttered under his breath. He walked back to the gala while planning on getting that security card to find out more about James Graves. He walked back in and saw Locke approaching the stage about to propose a toast.
He quickly intercepted him. “Hello again Mr. Locke, I was just wondering if…” Morgan struggled to think of a valid reason to have stopped him, “if… you could tell me about some of your history of how you became so powerful.” he saw the card, and planned on how to get it.
“Well that’s quite a long story, but, oh well I’ll just tell you after,” Locke said as he turned an approached the stage, a nearby waiter walked towards them. Morgan made an impulsive decision.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Morgan said as he purposely but stealthily tripped over the waiter and grabbed Locke’s key card. A few people saw Morgan trip and looked at him disapprovingly, but the rest didn’t see.
“Oh, it’s alright,” Locke said slightly annoyed, but he didn’t notice his missing key card, and continued for the stage.
Morgan ran to the HQ, and the guard looked at him suspiciously, but let him through nonetheless when he used the key card.
He ran to the main dashboard, typed in Jimmy Graves, and old newspaper articles appeared showing details about his death. It was stuff he already knew, which didn’t help. He tried typing in James Graves, and new results came in. It showed new details about his death, including things about his family.
Morgan noticed something, a small file that was classified about Graves. He reached into his bag, and pulled out his laptop so he could get his flash drive.
Just then, Christopher Locke ran into the HQ with a gun, “Morgan? What are you doing?” He nervously eyed the computer, and Morgan saw panic flash in his eyes when he saw that James Graves was typed in.
“I-, I- was..” Morgan struggled to think of something.
“You are not supposed to be in here.” Locke said in a threatening manner, “What are you looking for?” Locke put his gun down and took a deep breath, “Sorry, excuse my impulsiveness, I’m overreacting with the gun. But, what are you doing here,” Although Locke had calmed down, there was still an edginess to his eyes, and he kept glancing around frantically.
“Umm, I’m sorry, I- I just wandered in here when I-”
“DON’T LIE TO ME!” Locke held up the gun and pointed it at Morgan. Robert came running in, bursting through the gates. The guard who was supposed to be outside came in after him yelling.
Robert looked around at the scene, “What is going on!?”
But then, in the middle of the horror, something caught Morgan’s eye, his laptop sat next to him on the desk. Something appeared as if someone was typing at that moment.
Morgan watched in terror as three little words appeared, “It’s me, Jimmy.”