ing Camisha's hand against the hard cover. His gray eye

you have inso

eatened to send me to prison," she shot back, pulling h

ropping an octave. "The next time the alarm triggers,

ing for a book,"

to b

oom was flooded with sunlight. It

there, pouring coffee. Her presence was a necessary evil, a constant reminder of th

chirped. "I brought a

table toward Leo, who was sitting in a

ora smiled. "Hazelnut and pe

d for the

o's hand. It flew across the room, hitting the wall

le

tching her pearls.

hing hard. Her chest heaved. "Severe

is newspaper. He frow

ed a napkin and wiped Leo's hand,

tor and... Camisha knew. His mind raced, connecting another dot. The gray eyes. The age. Now, this. It was too much to be a coincidence. He watched C

aid slowly, his voice carefu

alized her mistake. "

as just trying to be nice. Hart, since Camisha is clearly overwhel

Camish

dea. Camisha, you're coming with me to the

g him with her,

signaling the butler. "Isadora, yo

in the corner of the executive floor at Whitney Enterprises.

t that the

ooks t

s office, yelling at

office changed. Groans

s happ

reen i

ne

office. "Why are the t

k, Mr. Whitney. A DDoS attack. They found a backdoor in the fire

is hand on a d

. it's ancient. We don't

ears ago in a memo no one read. During her three years on the run, she hadn't just been hiding; she'd been honing her skills, taki

ed today, the takeover would happen. Leo's trust fund-th

her purse. She opened it. Then, with her other hand, s

her pinky nail, her right

SHIF

Protoco

Loop

hit

he screens flickered back to blue. Th

outed. "Holy cow. Someone

w his team of twenty frantic engin

on her wet fingern

buzzed. An an

You're

like Swiss cheese. Fi

blackout. The person who had remotely patched the system's critical vulnerability before someone els

vator, carrying a tray of

dora. "Isadora, wh

at... a new designer ba

back at Camisha. She was staring

first time,