<b>Chapter </b><b>336 </b>
Mirabe <b>stepped </b>out <b>of </b>the shower and reached for her phone. Her lips twitched involuntarily at the barrage of messages that had piled up.
<b>Unknown </b>sender<b>: </b>[Hey, kiddo, can you give it a rest? Shouldn’t you be doing your homework instead of <b>haunting </b>me at this hour?]
Unknown sender: [You cracked my brand–new firewall? Can’t we have a little mutual respect here<b>?</b><b>] </b>
Unknown sender: [Sending me your system files is one thing, but encrypting them? What gives?<b>) </b>
Unknown sender: [You think I can’t hack it?]
These messages had all been sent about ten minutes earlier. No sooner had Mirabe finished reading them than another one popped up.
Unknown sender: [Damn it, send me the password, now.]
Leaning against the table, Mirabe took her sweet time before replying: [Oh, ready to admit defeat?]
Unknown sender: [I’m owned, boss. Send me your address, and I’ll have someone over tomorrow to set up your system.]
She promptly sent the address of her new ce.
After a minute, the unknown sender replied: [Wait… you’re sending me to a private residence, right?]
Mirabe replied: [Yeah, what’d you expect, the Pentagon?]
The man on the other end couldn’t help but curse as he read her message.
Mirabe added: [Password’s 23333. Don’t forget your promise, kiddo. Bye, I’m off to do my homework.]
Feeling quite pleased with herself, Mirabe put down her phone and walked over to her dresser. She picked up the hairdryer and started working on her hair. Once done, she climbed into bed, drifting off to a dreamless sleep.
The next day, Mirabe went to school for sses.
In the early afternoon, the Davis family’s doorbell rang. Delh and Shawn had just finished lunch and were getting ready for a little siesta when the chime echoed through the house. Shawn nced at the monitor by the door and saw two unfamiliar men standing at the gate. He pondered for a moment before heading outside.
<b>Chapter </b>336
“Can I help <b>you</b>?” Shawn asked through the iron gate without unlocking it.
“Hello, is this the Davis residence<b>?</b><b>” </b>The lead man, middle–aged and exceedingly polite, <b>nodded </b>in greeting, holding a sleek ck case in his hand.
“Yes, it is,” Shawn replied.
“We’re here to install your new security system,” the man said, presenting his credentials. “Is now a good time?”
Shawn suddenly remembered his daughter mentioning that someone would being by to install a system. Could these be the guys? His gaze scrutinized the presented ID, noting thepany name beside a diamond–like logo.
It looked unfamiliar. Probably some no–name firm.
Shawn’s gaze shifted quickly as he opened the door. They parked outside the vi, with one of them cradling a ck case as they walked inside. Shawn nced at the vehicle they had left outside, an utterly ordinary Volkswagen, before securing the gate behind them.
Back inside, Shawn attentively watched as the pair confidently cracked open the case, revealing apactptop and a variety of technical equipment and cables. Shawn didn’t fully grasp what all the tools and devices were for, but considering his home was already set up with surveince, he remarked, “We’ve actually got a surveince system already installed. If you could just check for any potential vulnerabilities, that would be great.”
After all, these guys had been personally sought out by his daughter. It wouldn’t seem right to abruptly send them on their way. The technicians merely chuckled in response to hisment, carrying on with their work without saying a word.
Shawn, choosing not to interrupt any further, stood by observing, his curiosity piqued as he watched theirputer screen.