(Julia POV)
I sat across from Luke in Andrew’s office, the clock ticking past ten. Papers and laptops sprawled between us, the hack logs a mess of numbers and codes. Andrew’s voice still rang in my ears, “Luke, Julia, my office, now!” hours ago, followed by that gut-punch from Luke: “What if it’s someone we know?” I’d barely breathed since, just nodded when Andrew barked his orders. Now here we were, stuck late, chasing a ghost in the system.
Luke stretched, groaning loud. “This is brutal. Hungry?”
I rubbed my eyes, nodding. “Yeah.”
He grinned, pulling out his phone. “Takeout it is. My treat, you’re a trooper.”
The food came fast, greasy boxes of fries and noodles piling up on the desk. Luke tossed me a fry, smirking. “Catch.”
I snagged it, smiling despite myself. “Thanks.”
He dug i
