LEVEL FORTY-THREE LOOKS identical to the main floor except that it’s a lot more crowded. There are twice the number of desks here as on my floor. There’s more chatter and movement too. Timber said IT is located in the back corner so that’s where I head. I find him at a desk near the window. At least, I figure it’s his desk. He’s buried beneath hard drives, laptop chargers, cables and phones. “How do you find your keyboard?” I ask, approaching his side.
He yanks off his earpiece and grins. “I don’t. I’m first-level support. I come to you.”
At the sight of his gorgeous smile, I let out a nervous laugh. “Hey, can you look at something for me?”
“Sure.”
I pull over an empty chair and plop down, opening my laptop and the messenger app. No history has been saved. “Damn.”
“What’s up?”
“I wan
