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Another half an hour ticked by, and nothing. Sick dread nudged her senses. Heād said they werenāt completely okay but had still forgiven her. Had he changed his mind? Had the few hours apart given him a new perspective on how badly sheād fucked up?
She was overreacting. There was nothing wrong. Sometimes life happened. She set him another quick note. You all right? Where are you?
Which was okay, right? They hadnāt exactly defined their relationship this afternoon, but she assumed when he said he wanted to see more of her, heād meant it.
Except an hour after she sent the message, and still had no response, she wasnāt so sure. She clicked on the TV and cycled through the channels two times before she realized she had no idea what sheād just seen on any of them. Another hour passed. He wasnāt coming. Whatever was going on, he wasnāt going to show up.
She set her phone on the nightstand and lay on her stomach on the bed. Crime drama. That should take her mind off things. Classic, straightforward whodunit with a smattering of interrogation and court room drama. The victim had been killed by his business partner, who had been sleeping with the victimās wife, and embezzling from their company.
Mikki clicked the channel to something with cartoons instead. The inanities and three nights of almost no sleep combined with her wounded disappointment and pulled her eyelids shut.
A loud hum tore through the room, jarring her awake. She stared around her room, blinking away the sleep. What the hell? She turned toward the nightstand. A sad giggle escaped. It was just her phone vibrating against the solid surface.
She grabbed the device, not able to suppress her hope. It was Jared. It had to be. He had a good excuse. Her gut sank when she read the message. It was definitely him, all right.
His note just said, Cleaning up your mess. A Trojan, really?
She clicked the words around in her head, looking for a meaning. She knew what they meant, but how did it relate to her? Realization crashed in around her, and she sank to the floor. Someone had exploited what sheād found. It was the most plausible reason she could think of for why heād be blaming her. Someone whoād known all the details of what sheād uncovered and had access to her phone less than twenty-four hours ago.
Her hands were shaking as she pulled up her phoneās email history. There it was, sitting in a file that was deleted but still hiding on her phone, with Jaredās email information spoofed as headers. Whoever had used her phone to do this hadnāt even bothered to cover his tracks.
She pulled up Haydenās number, her raging fury making it difficult to even think. Heād still be on his flight, but he always checked his messages as soon as he landed. She didnāt try to keep her voice steady. It took enough effort to keep a string of profanities and cruel names from flying to her lips. āItās Mikki. I know itāll be late when you get in, but I thought youād like to know sooner rather than later. I quit.ā
All his warnings about her finding other work faded into the back of her mind. This was unacceptable. It bordered on illegal. She couldnāt draw a paycheck from these people even if it did mean finding another job would be a struggle.
She pulled herself into the easy chair next to the bed and turned her attention back to the TV. Cleaning up your mess. Jaredās text echoed in her thoughts. She hadnāt meant to cause a mess. It was never supposed to be like this. This was more than the simplicity of her wanting to know if she was better than the legendary Jared Tippins; it impacted an entire company. The livelihood of thousands of people.
She needed to find Jared and make things right. It didnāt matter that sleep tugged at her senses. Rest could wait until this entire thing was straightened out.
She pulled on some clothes, grabbed her phone and her room key, and headed straight for the elevator. Hopefully Jared would be in his room. She had to help him make this right.
She pounded as loud as she dared without drawing attention from the neighbors and staff. Her gut sank further when there was no answer. Now what?
When her phone vibrated against her hip, it jarred her from the edge of panic. She didnāt check the display, hitting answer on autopilot while her brain whirred for solutions on where to look for Jared next. āHello?ā Her voice cracked, and she winced.
āEverything all right?ā Haydenās cheerful tone sharpened the edge of her exhaustion.
Any restraint sheād used earlier was lost in the haze of exhaustion and frustration. Time to be blunt. āNo, itās not. Things have moved past bad and straight into fucked up.ā
His chuckle drifted over the phone line and sent ice dragging up her spine. āThen maybe you should have been more selective about how you landed your job.ā His tone was steel. āIāve tried to put this politely, and Iāve tried to hint. Youāre smart. I figured you got what I was implying. The signing bonus was to help soothe your conscience. The fact youāve kept quiet for six months implies you didnāt want to be found out. That you fucked their director of technology and still didnāt say anything indicates youāre getting off on the entire thing. If you quit now, youāll never work tech again. Not just in this industry, but in any. Just like the guy who interviewed you. And your resignation is accepted, by the way.ā
The line clicked off, and Mikki stared at the device in her hands. Rage, fear, and nausea all rolled inside. She didnāt know how she was going to make this better, but if it was the equivalent of spitting in Haydenās face and helped Jared out at the same time, sheād sacrifice a lot to make it happen.
Jared stared at the laptop in front of him, and tried to blink some moisture back into his eyes. Vivianās phone sat in the middle of the table, speaker on and cable running back to her machine to keep it charged. The clack of keys filled the room. Occasionally Dewson would report something, or one of them would snap out a question or command, but for the most part, they kept their heads down.
When heād gotten Mikkiās first text several hours ago, the rest of his doubt had been obliterated. The message headers matched. The emailāthe one pretending to be himāhad come from her phone.
He didnāt want to believe it. It devoured every thread of his consciousness not already dedicated to fixing the problem at hand. Heād really fallen for it again. Not in a million years would he have ever guessedā¦
Then again, that seemed to be his curse. It really was trueāwhat his parents had between each other, the love heād grown up aroundāthat was the shit of fairy tales.
He hadnāt been able to tell his friends the newest information. Vivian at least thought highly of her. They could deal with that after. The only thing he didnāt understand was the shitty job sheād done covering her tracks. Six months ago, he hadnāt seen a trace anyone had been on his network. This had her name stamped on it. Literally. Was she mocking him? He didnāt want to believe it, but he also couldnāt ignore the possibility.
He raked his fingers through his hair. He needed to focus on work. Where was the hole that had allowed the Trojan onto their network? What was he missing? Maybe Rosen had been right; heād been out of the tech for too long. At least the network was clean, as far as they could tell. That was killing him, too. Not only could they not find the holes in their network, they didnāt even know if theyād completely removed the immediate threat.
āNext steps?ā The exhaustion in Tateās voice reflected the weary atmosphere of the entire room. It was barely eleven, but theyād been at this for hours, only breaking long enough to down another can of Red Bull or cup of coffee. For about thirty seconds, heād considered using the former to make the latter. Fortunately, he wasnāt that exhausted. Yet.
Would Mikki do something like make coffee with Red Bull? He hated himself the moment the thought passed through his head. Heād managed to keep from thinking her name all night, and now there it was, flooding back in and taunting him. Maybe that was what he needed to do. Think like her.
Sexy, alluring, deceptiveā¦ He pushed the string of words aside. Later. Wallow later. Impulsive, fickle, and fleeting. There was the mindset he needed. He closed his eyes and breathed deeplyāoneā¦twoā¦three times, trying to push away all the indoctrination heād picked up over the years. If he was just some person, someone who had the skill and intelligence, but not the corporate experience, where would he poke around for holes?
Her words echoed in his head. Remote computers. Machines you wouldnāt ever expect to have access to your deepest, most important information. He focused on the room again, gaze pausing on Tate. āCheck the virtual machines quality assurance uses. Youāre looking at database users. Accounts with no passwords, admin access, shit like that.ā He turned to Vivian. āSame thing, focus group VMās. Dewson.ā
The drowsy āYeah?ā echoed off the glass coffee table.
āEvery fucking administrative assistant we have. Ours, reception, all of them.ā
That was it. It had to be. Hope surged inside as he dove into his own work, searching and scanning the same things heād ordered everyone else to do.
Except an hour later, no one had anything. It was all tight and secure. He flopped his head back against the couch, letting a frustrated grunt escape. āFuck.ā
A knock echoed through the room. Jared shot a questioning glance at Tate.
His friend shrugged and nodded at the tray on the table. āRoom service was already here, and even if it wasnāt the middle of the night, I told the front desk to give us some quietāincluding housekeeping.ā
Vivian sighed and stood. āStaring at each other isnāt going to answer the āwhoā question, and weāre obviously at a standstill, so an interruption wonāt hurt.ā She pressed her eye to the peephole and muttered, āWell then. Didnāt expect that.ā
Jaredās gut sank, rage twisting with betrayal. He didnāt have to ask who it was.
āWeāre kind of busy for a booty call.ā Tateās comment barely reached Jaredās ears through the scream of his thoughts.
What the hell was she doing there? Rubbing it in? The latch clicked, and the hinges squeaked. He didnāt want to look, but he couldnāt help it. There was Mikki, standing in the doorway. Even across the room he could see the circles under eyes. Her shoulders were hunched. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, gaze darting everywhere. Every time she reached him, she skipped past, never making eye contact. āI want to help.ā
Vivian opened the door wider.
Jaredās protest stuck in his throat. He should be ordering her to leave. Ignoring everything she said. But that tiny little voice in the back of his head refused to accept all the facts at face value. Mikki stepped into the room, and the door swung shut behind her.
Vivian nodded at Jared before she turned away. āItās his show, itās not my call.ā
Apparently it was her call, at least on some level. He fixed his most damning glare on Vivian, who shrugged it off and settled back onto the couch across from him. Maybe he should have told them there was evidence to back up their suspicions of where this had come from.
A heavy silence descended on the room, filling Jaredās lungs until he thought it might suffocate him. He forced himself to breathe but still couldnāt look at her. āHow did you find the room?ā
āItās umā¦luck?ā
āWe have work to do.ā Jared couldnāt keep his exhaustion from his voice. āYou hacked another computer so you could come tell us youāre sorry for hacking ours?ā
He finally forced himself to look at Mikki. Even being as furious with her as
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