C6 One Day Mike Will Know The Truth

For weeks she remained isolated. She rarely left her room.

Many nights were spent crying until she fell asleep. Other nights she simply stared at the ceiling, wondering how her life had changed so quickly.

The hardest part wasn’t her own suffering. It was Mike. Every time she thought about him, guilt consumed her.

She knew he was hurting. She knew he didn’t understand why she had disappeared. She knew he deserved answers. Yet she was too afraid to tell him the truth.

Part of her feared that he would hate her. Part of her feared that he would try to fight for her and only end up getting hurt himself. So she chose silence.

A choice that haunted her every single day. When she eventually learned that Mike had fallen into depression after their breakup, the guilt became even heavier.

That was why she had acted so coldly when they met again at Wood’s IT Company. Every cruel word she spoke had felt like a knife twisting inside her own heart.

She wanted him to walk away. She wanted him to forget her. She wanted him to build a life that no longer depended on her. But the truth was much simpler. She still loved him.

She had never stopped loving him. And deep down, she knew Ben understood that too.

That night, long after everyone else had fallen asleep, Samantha remained awake. Beside her, Ben slept peacefully. But Samantha couldn’t sleep. She sat quietly, resting a hand on her stomach as tears filled her eyes.

One day, she promised herself. One day she would tell Mike the truth. Even if he could never forgive her. Even if they could never be together again. He deserved to know what really happened.

Until that day come, she would continue carrying the weight of that secret alone.

Morning light shone through my room as I woke up. I got out of bed and went straight to take a shower, preparing myself for another day at work.

While getting dressed, my mind drifted back to the dress code notice from the Vice Director. For a moment, I stood still, unsure of what to wear.

Ben knew all my clothes. He would probably criticize me again. But this time, something inside me felt different. I chose the suit I was supposed to wear during the school year-end function. The same suit I once felt insecure wearing, I now wore with quiet confidence.

When I walked out of my room, my parents looked at me in surprise. “Mike, son… are you alright?” my mother asked. “You look… brighter today,” my father added. I smiled. “Good morning, Mom. Morning, Dad. I’m a bit late today, so I won’t have time for breakfast. Have a good day.” I grabbed an apple from the table and left.

At the company entrance, I saw Chris after parking my bicycle. He waved at me and I waited for him.

As we met, he smiled. “Brother, you look good today. The Vice Director won’t have anything to complain about.” I laughed lightly. “Let’s hope so.” We walked together toward the building. That’s when we saw him. The Vice Director. Ben.

He stepped out of his car with confidence, adjusting his suit as if the entire building belonged to him. As he walked past us, he didn’t even slow down. “Some people,” he said coldly, “are spoiled enough that their parents work hard just so they can afford cheap suits and celebrate it like an achievement.”

We both knew exactly who he was talking about. But neither of us responded. We simply kept walking.

Work began as usual that morning, until everything changed. Suddenly, warning alarms flashed across the IT department systems.

Red alerts appeared on multiple screens. “What’s happening?” someone shouted. “Is the system breaking down?” Within minutes, Josh, the department manager, rushed into the office. He was visibly stressed, breathing heavily.

“There’s been a security breach,” he announced. “A virus has entered the system. I need everyone to start working immediately to trace it and stop it before it reaches company data.”

He paused, scanning the room. “Everyone is allowed to attempt a solution. Position or ranking does not matter today. We fix this together.” The room fell silent. This was no longer just routine work. This was serious.

I looked at my screen. My heart started beating faster. This is my chance. If I solved this, people would finally see me differently. My job would be secure. My skills would matter.

Slowly, I adjusted my glasses and focused completely on the system. Code. Logs. Network traces. Email activity. Everyone in the room was working under pressure, fingers flying across keyboards, faces tense with stress.

Thirty minutes passed. Nothing. Forty minutes. Still nothing. An hour went by and although the system was contained, no one had traced the source.

Then suddenly, something clicked in my mind. A pattern. A trace. A hidden entry point buried inside an email log. I raised my hand immediately.

“Team Manager! I found it!” The entire room went silent. All eyes turned toward me. Some people even laughed softly. “Come on” someone said. “This is serious. Don’t joke around.”

But I stood firm. “I’m serious,” I repeated. “I found the threat. It’s a spyware attack.” Josh walked quickly toward me. “Are you sure, Mike? Explain it.”

I nodded. “A phishing email was sent to one of the higher-level accounts. Someone clicked on an attachment without noticing.”

I pointed at the screen. “Once they logged in, their credentials were captured. But the attackers didn’t go for data first they went for money. They tried to transfer funds out of the company system.”

Silence filled the room. The laughter disappeared.

Josh stared at the screen for a moment… then looked back at me. And slowly, he nodded. “That’s it,” he said quietly. Within seconds, confirmation came through the system logs.

The breach matched exactly what I had described. A wave of realization hit the room. Then applause broke out. Clapping filled the office.

Even the people who had doubted me earlier were now looking at me differently. One colleague laughed lightly. “You really do look like a nerd with that suit and glasses,” he said.

This time, it wasn’t an insult. It came with respect. And slowly, without me even noticing, the name started spreading through the office. “Nerd.” But now it didn’t feel like an insult anymore. It felt like recognition.

After the virus threat was successfully discovered and contained, the atmosphere in the office changed completely. For the first time, there was relief.

Josh, our team manager, suddenly surprised everyone. “Let’s go out for lunch,” he said.

The office went quiet for a moment. Then someone spoke up in disbelief. “Team Manager… you’re really buying us lunch? That’s rare.” Everyone laughed.

Josh smiled proudly. “It’s all thanks to our little nerd today. I’m in a good mood. Hurry up before I change my mind.” The room filled with laughter and excitement as everyone prepared to leave. I could feel something else in the background.