Sweet Dreams
And I don’t like that.
Not one bit.
Declan leans slightly against the desk, arms folded, eyes already on the system.
“Password?”He asks, but I don’t answer right away, because the answer has been sitting in my head since the moment she told me I knew it.
Six months ago, the first shipment disappeared without a trace when our systems got breached, it was the most cleanest and efficiently sneak attack we had ever encountered, the hacker left no traces, no signature just one message to let us know we’ve been hacked!