Sarah paced the length of her study the moment the firewall alert repeated itself a third time. The intrusions weren’t random—they were sharp, deliberate, targeted at specific folders.
Instinct tightened her stomach. She reached for her phone and called Andrea without a second thought.
It was nearly midnight, but he arrived in less than thirty minutes, still dressed in a hoodie thrown over a rumpled shirt, his hair disheveled as if he had been dragged out of sleep.
He didn’t waste time. He sat before her computer, fingers flying across the keyboard, brows furrowed with unusual focus. The room was dim except for the glow from the screen, casting a soft blue reflection on his face.
Sarah stood behind him, arms folded, watching the scrolling codes. “Someone has been trying to break thr
