"Not yet, I''ve just given a verbal agreement. The official contract signing is tomorrow," Dn said, still feeling unsure about the whole deal. That''s why he wanted Mirabe to check it out before he fullymitted.
Mirabe thought for a moment and advised, "Honestly, I think you''d be better off not going through with it. It could cause some issues."
She was quite familiar with this type of security software. While it was advanced for its time, it was still tooplex for Dn to handle modifications on his own.
The mention of "issues" made Dn''s heart skip a beat. He knew Mirabe wasn''t one to make baseless ims; if she sensed trouble, it was almost a certainty.
After a brief hesitation, he cautiously asked, "Even if we could tweak it, would it still cause problems?"
"Yes," Mirabe replied, keeping her eyes on theputer screen without further exnation.
The ancestral home of the Stevenson family had a simr security setup, although it was less sophisticated. Her hacking skills were sharpened by studying the advanced archives hidden in its secret chambers.
Unable to read Mirabe''s thoughts, Dn simply nodded and said, "Alright, I''ll trust your judgment."
Mirabe raised an eyebrow and looked at Dn, "You trust me that much?"
Dn shrugged earnestly, "If I can''t trust my dad, who can I trust?"
Not wanting to linger on that topic, Mirabe switched gears, "Didn''t you mention some technical issues earlier?"
Dn''s face lit up, "Let''s head over to the tech department right now."
It wasn''t every day that Mirabe offered her expertise, and he wasn''t about to waste any time.
Soon, Dn and Mirabe made their way to the tech department.
There were still some colleagues burning the midnight oil, curious about Mirabe''s presence but wise enough to keep their questions to themselves.
Mirabe spent nearly three hours there, and by the time they left the DO Group''s main base, it was close to midnight.
Dn naturally drove her home.
Mirabe leaned back in her seat, rubbing her temples. The night felt unusually quiet.
After a couple of minutes, she pulled out her phone, finding it oddly silent.
Unlockingat, she saw only muted group messages on Messenger, with no
personal messages or
Calls. No wonder it felt so
quiet.
Where was James? He hadn''t made a sound.
Considering whether to message or call him, Mirabe decided to send a text.
But even after waiting a bit, there was no reply.
Feeling inexplicably uneasy, she waited a few more minutes before deciding to call him directly.
The response was that he was out of the service area.
Narrowing her eyes, Mirabe ended the call and switched her phone over toputer mode.
Dn nced at her but didn''t interrupt.
It wasn''t until a blinking red dot appeared on the projection map in front of Mirabe that he looked over in surprise, "Pier 51? Do you have friends at the weapons bureau?"
Mirabe looked up at him, "You know this ce?"