Elias stared at the blinking cursor. He knew better. As a junior sysadmin, he’d spent his days patching the very holes he was about to rip open in his own system. But curiosity—and a desperate need to see if his roommate was actually the one "borrowing" his expensive espresso pods—overrode his training.
"Cheap junk," he muttered, deleting the zip file and going to bed. Elias stared at the blinking cursor
As his screen flickered and a remote desktop session initiated without his permission, Elias watched his own mouse cursor move toward his "Work" folder. The hunter had become the most visible prey on the network. " he muttered