Deep into the night, the attacks grew even more intense. Aren faced wave after wave of attempts, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. Even so, he remained focused on building counterattack programs. After battling through the entire night, dawn was breaking on the horizon.Aspen and Aren sat exhausted by the desk, sharing sandwiches that Riley had brought, but they had long since gone cold. "Desperate gamblers are always the most dangerous ones," Aren muttered, glancing at the softening sky. "Fortunately, everyone stood by your side." Then, he shifted the conversation. "Do you remember back in college? I almost told you I liked you, but then I heard you tell some guy chasing after you that a programmer's hands shouldn't be writing love letters—they should be writing code.'"Aspen paused mid-bite, caught off guard, her expression flickering for just a second.Aren continued, "These hands of mine typed a lot of code for you tonight." Aspen set down her sandwich and wiped the co
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