Mirabella stepped out of the shower and reached for her phone. Her lips twitched involuntarily at the barrage of messages that had piled up.
Unknown sender: [Hey, kiddo, can you give it a rest? Shouldn’t you be doing your homework instead of haunting me at this hour?]
Unknown sender: [You cracked my brand-new firewall? Can’t we have a little mutual respect here?]
Unknown sender: [Sending me your system files is one thing, but encrypting them? What gives?]
Unknown sender: [You think I can’t hack it?]
These messages had all been sent about ten minutes earlier. No sooner had Mirabella finished reading them than another one popped up.
Unknown sender: [Damn it, send me the password, now.]
Leaning against the table, Mirabella took her sweet time before replying: [Oh, ready to admit defeat?]
Unknown sender: [I’m owned, boss. Send me your address, and I’ll have someone over tomorrow to set up your system.]
She promptly sent the address of her new place.
After a minute, the unknown sender replied: [Wait... you’re sending me to a private residence, right?]
Mirabella replied: [Yeah, what’d you expect, the Pentagon?]
The man on the other end couldn’t help but curse as he read her message.
Mirabella added: [Password’s 23333. Don’t forget your promise, kiddo. Bye, I’m off to do my homework.]
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