Candice.
"Fuck." I said again, louder. "How did I miss that?"
I shoved myself off the desk, paced to the window, then back again. Three forty-seven. Twenty-five minutes. That's how long someone sat somewhere in this building, mirroring my screen in real time, while I was forty meters down the hall knocking on the wrong door like a total i***t.
"I built that access list clean," I said. "The encryption was solid. No external vulnerabilities. I checked it twice before I even ran the first route." I spun around, angry at myself. "Twice. And someone just waltzed through like it wasn't even there."
"Clearly," Killian said.
I glared at him. "Excuse me?"
He repeated it, cool and flat. "Clearly. You checked it twice and someone still got in. That's what it clearly means."
"Are you serious ri
