Luna
It had been twenty-four hours since the chaos of the news broke out, and with every second passing, I felt like I was falling into the pit of frustration more and more. I still couldn't trace my laptop. I couldn't trace who stole it. I couldn't even trace the spy either. A mild headache washed over my head, as I sat staring at the computer screen of the hacking space in the office building. A held my forehead, as a groan left my lips.
The investigation didn't go well, and they insisted I produce evidence concerning my innocence to the FBI. Though Samuel had asked me not to bother about it and take things easy, " I can tackle them easily " was his reply, but I wanted to prove my innocence and fight my own battles. Not that Samuel didn't offer his help, he did, but I wanted to do it
