Chapter 2

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{The response for chapter one of this book is incredible so thank you to everyone that read, liked and commented! I've wrote just a basic plan for the first part of this book and I'm ecstatic to write it and for you guys to read it, it gives me goosebumps! Enjoy this chapter!}

A couple of older men gave me some dirty looks on my way out of the bathroom; looking me up and down as if they didn't already notice my very appropriate outfit for this incredibly top notch, fancy restaurant. My black skinny ripped jeans, white V neck shirt topped with a navy blazer, in case it gets chilly, is as posh as it gets for me. I take a quick glance around the restaurant for any clues on who this belonged to but I found nothing so I continue my journey back to a table full of dull faces, almost lifeless, as their eyes glue to mine. 

"Sorry to disappoint and ruin your little party here but Jarvis has a bug and isn't feeling okay." I give them a half hearted smile as I swing my body back and forth on my feet. The colour in their faces begins to restore as our waiter for the night prances over to collect the empty glasses. I lay my hand on his shoulder which stops his motions.

"Absolutely fantastic service tonight. Be sure to give yourself an extra twenty dollars on our bill as a tip." My dimples suck in as my smile grows and a wink appears. I can spot a gobsmacked Josh almost jumping out his chair leaving me to only imagine the regret he feels for saying dinner was on him tonight, it gives me great pleasure. I spin myself around and head towards the door to only be stopped halfway by Niall. He lays his hand on my arm as he makes his way around to face me.

"I thought Jarvis was your computer?..." His confused expression is emphasised even more in his eyebrows as they cross over his pale face. I smile to myself remembering how slow Niall can be, it was cute, really. I look up into his deep blue ocean eyes. I swear they were glittering. 

"He is." I smirk to him making his realise his misunderstanding before I roam my way out of this hell hole overflowing with upper class snobs. 

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"All your computers are activated and ready for you, Mister Styles. I also took into account of updating some of your equipment during your absence." Giving Jarvis an English accent somehow made him sound more intelligent but no, I'm not flattering myself as I have an English accent. I clearly have people for that.

"Oh, Jarvis, how you flatter me." I laugh at myself as I open my office door and hike down the heap of stairs that lay before me. I make my entrance into a large room crammed with the latest high tech and projects I've done over the past years, a kids ultimate dream. I hurry on over to my main computer and login my details. As my computer starts up, I grab my white bandana and tie it around my head making some of my curly locks overlap it.

"It's a simple task today, Jarvis. We just need to find where this computer chip is from." I hold the chip in the air squinting my eyes at it inspecting every visible thing I could before slotting it into my computer. I click on the folder to see what's on the chip, if it will hint to me where this is from. It's beginning to really irritate me where I've seen this. Within the folder, I uncover only one file. I anxiously click on it to be welcomed with my screen full of what seemed to be an endless typing of codes. 

"Are you able to read this?" I question the robotic voice.

"Of course. Considering it seems to be a very unique and rare type of coding it will most likely take hours for me to find the source of it and translate it for you." Hours? My patience is becoming thin and the irritation of not remembering it is taking over my mind.

"Take all the time you need. I just need to know what this is." I'm interrupted with a brunette entering the room, bending her leg up and leaning her back against the wall. The waves in her long hair fall perfectly down the sides of her chest as her tanned skin glistened perfectly against the light. She smirks at me as I begin to get lost in her deep brown chocolate eyes. 

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