Valentina's POV
Leonardo was at a dinner with investors, Mrs. Chen had left an hour ago. I stood in the kitchen, poured a glass of water and some slices of toast and carried it to my room.
I opened my laptop as the screen glowed in the dark.
The code from the IPO attack filled the terminal; error logs, timestamps.
I had not looked at it properly in weeks. I had been too tired, too sad, too busy trying to make a man love me but no more.
I cracked my knuckles and started typing and for the first hour, I traced the attack backwards, layer by layer. The encryption was military-grade and whoever wrote this was no joke.
"Come on…show me something,” I muttered to myself, but nothing happened.
I opened a new window and pulled up the employee access logs from the day of the attack. I did
