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My heart was pounding as I typed my name in the exact format and hit send. The drive location was now unlocked and I could see the folders stored inside it. Francesca used my name as her password the entire time???

Throughout the meal, she kept thinking of Nathaniel’s words, and when she was done eating, she grabbed the opportunity that the staff wasn’t paying any attention to her to sneak into the study to look for the acquisition case Nathaniel mentioned. The computer in the study required a password to turn it on. “ A password? The computer requires a password to turn it on. Let me try some things and see what happens!” Alexandrine tried all sorts of numbers such as Tina’s birthday and Johnson’s grandmother’s birthday but none of it worked. “ What could the password of this computer be?” Alexandrine was wondering about the password when a sudden number flashed through her mind that she had yet to tr

There was a ping, accompanied by a subtle vibration, indicating the wrong password had been entered. Natalie blinked in disbelief. Wrong password? That didn't seem right. Could she have accidentally hit the wrong key? Unwilling to give up, Natalie tried entering the same password again, only to receive the familiar vibration signaling another incorrect attempt. Now, Natalie was completely losing it. The password she had just entered was the one Joshua had personally shared with her years ago when they were together. Not only that, but he had also promised to never change it. He swore to keep her birthday as the password forever.

Maybe Ethan was about to request for a ransom a billion dollar and an island on his name. "670, dash, one, underscore, zero. That's the password," Ethan said. "It changes every time." Chris punched in the characters. The box clicked open. "You see what's inside?" Ethan asked. Liam didn't want to look in yet. So he raised his brows at Chris in asking. Chris was shaking his head, his forehead filled with ridges of distress. "This isn't at all good, boss," he said.

" Mu Zi intentionally made a small pause, and the jury members all looked at her with unblinking eyes, waiting for the following. "LN1021, this is the password for the computer." Mu Zi continued, "If you've read the defendant's personal information, you should probably remember that the defendant, Zhang Xiaona's birthday, is October 21st, and LN, which is the abbreviation for Lina, I can tell you that all of Pan Zhe's passwords-email accounts, bank accounts, cell phone unlocking, and so on, all of the passwords, all of them are various combinations of numbers of Lena and her birthday.

“The offshore door has two locks.” “Fuck,” I whispered, heart picking up speed. This wasn’t random. This was a password hint. I grabbed Serena’s old laptop from the bottom drawer—thank God Julian hadn’t tossed everything—and powered it up. My fingers flew over the keys as I tried variations. After ten minutes of sweating and cursing under my breath, I typed in a combination that clicked. PHANTOM44L_VIV_X7K9 The cloud storage link opened. Old, half-deleted files stared back at me. Most were corrupted—garbled nonsense or blank thumbnails. But one audio file looked intact. Small. Named only “Insurance_03.”

I rechecked the emails Niccolo had sent. The attached files had been downloaded, but when I tried entering another series of passwords, my mood easily dropped back to frustrated and bewildered. His nickname, my nickname, my birthdate, his full name, my phone numbers, the car he drove... Zilch! The same notification window popped up after every attempt. "Invalid password. To open this file, enter the correct password below." It was what the pop up window kept saying. With a frustrated sigh, I went on with the random guesses. Why did Niccolo protect these files with difficult passwords? I couldn't quite think of a reason. I clutched the tablet and thought hard. Maybe...his full name and mine

Just an icon. I double-clicked. The file opened and my eyes scanned through it. It wasn't a long note. It was just two lines. An address, with the street name and number. It was a los Angeles address and beneath it, a sentence. "Password: 133526, I'd be expecting you....we sure do have a lot to talk about". "Fred?", I thought It had to be him. He was the only other person who knew my laptop password and I’d never changed it since then.

A subject line that made my heart stop: “She wasn’t crazy. Read everything.” I blinked. Opened it. No message. Just a single zip file attachment titled LENA_0417_FINAL. My hand hovered over it for a long moment. Then I clicked. A password prompt popped up. I didn’t have it. But my fingers moved on instinct. I typed: Saint0412. The file unlocked. Inside were folders. Labeled: • AUDIO LOGS • JOURNALS • RX CHANGES • BOARD ACTIVITY

If they were watching, I wanted them to lose the trail. I reviewed the flash drive again. There was one folder I hadn’t opened yet. *"PHX_DOCS_BACKUP.zip" It required a password. I tried the obvious: Selena. VisionTech. Lily. Phoenix. Nothing worked. I sent it to Nany. Within ten minutes, she messaged back: *"Try ‘SPARROW1127’." It worked. Inside was a spreadsheet. Names. Dates. Financial codes. Offshore accounts. I sat there for nearly two hours decoding each line, cross-referencing with archived employee files.