Damn Vulnerable Web Application Novels & Stories

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

Alexander didn’t answer. Nathan shrugged. “Emails will be here tomorrow. She won’t.” Alexander looked back at the window. Nathan said. “Just try tonight.” Alexander didn’t say anything else. But he didn’t leave either. Three floors up in a glass tower overlooking the harbor, Daniel Virelli sat alone. His office was all pale stone and water. No photos on the walls except one. A black and white picture of a woman he never named. A knock. His assistant came in and set a plain envelope on the desk. No return address.

Lately every interaction between them crossed lines neither seemed able to stop crossing. Vivian lowered her voice carefully. “Why does this bother you so much?” Damien went silent immediately. Wrong question. Or maybe the right one. Because something dangerous moved behind his eyes before disappearing beneath restraint. “You’re important to this firm,” he said finally. There it was again. Coward. The word flashed through Vivian’s mind instantly. Damien kept hiding behind professionalism every time things became emotionally honest. And somehow that irritated her more than it should. “You know,” she said quietly, “for someone who claims Roman manipulates everything…”

I was just in that kind of mood, “Sarcastic?” As always, he ignored me, turning the laptop round to me. “This laptop is completely separate to any of our systems, nor is it connected to Grace’s new laptop. Whatever is on that USB we will be able to detect.” I scanned the screen, looking at the complicated lines of code, meticulously self-documented and clearly executed by a professional, “You wrote a program to detect any malware, from scratch?” “Is that so hard to believe? I had to work my way up from somewhere. I am the CEO of a technology company,”

Her phone rings, Nora sees a strange number popped on her screen; she reluctantly picks it up "Hello? Who is this?" a seductive male voice followed suit "It's Alfred, I gave you a lift, please save my number, I will chat you up on W******p" she awkwardly replies "sure! Thanks for the lift, I.. gotta go now" as the call trailed off, she goes straight to her W******p to add his number to her blocked list.

Jasper nodded and turned to leave, but I called out again. “One last thing.” He looked back. “If Damien gets too close, burn the last server. The offshore one. I don’t care if it takes half my net worth down with it. No one gets to see what’s in that vault. Not even Maxmillan.” Jasper blinked. “That vault has your leverage files.” “And if they fall into the wrong hands, I’ll have no leverage left. Destroy it if you have to. I’ll rebuild.” I returned to the window, watching as thunderclouds rolled in over the city skyline.

I see Jonny tapping away at his phone, and then I get a notification that my admin user updated the camera settings. When I open the application, all of my bedroom windows, Jonny’s bedroom windows, and the bedroom Spin is staying in when we are in Brooklyn are blacked out. When you tap on any of the blacked-out windows, it immediately prompts you for a password. I looked at Jonny confused. “This way we don’t ever have to worry about forgetting to disable them, and only I can view the footage that gets recorded”! “Does this really make you feel better?” I asked him seriously.

"We're both fools. I'm a fool for loving a woman who doesn't love me. You're a fool for loving a woman who might be dangerous." "Davina isn't dangerous." Damien stood up. He put his coffee cup on the table. "I'll prove that Davina is involved in Matteo's network, and when I succeed, you'll thank me." "I will never thank you." Damien smiled. "We'll see." He turned and walked away. Marco was still sitting in his chair, staring at his now cold cup of coffee.