Valentina's POV
The clock on my nightstand read 4:57 AM.
Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on mine, his hands on my waist, the way he pressed me against the wall.
I threw off the covers and sat up. He had never been in this bed, but I swore I could still smell his cologne.
My laptop sat on the dresser where I left it last night and I carried it to the bed and opened it.
The code from the IPO system failure filled the screen. Lines of encryption, error logs, timestamps and I had saved everything.
I started tracing the attack line by line, function by function.
The encryption was advanced and whoever wrote this knew what they were doing.
I squinted my eyes, looking at the digital signature hidden in the authentication module. The attacker used a specific algorithm. One th
