“I don’t want your money, Leo. I want your access. You’re an intern at the municipal water district, aren’t you? Just upload one small script to their server. Then I’ll leave, and you can keep the software. Consider it a trade.”
Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs. He was a coder, not a cyber-security expert. He had invited a ghost into his machine for the sake of a hundred-dollar license. “What do you want?” Leo typed, his fingers shaking. “I don’t want your money, Leo
His blood turned to ice. He reached for the power button on his PC, but his keyboard backlight flashed a blinding white, and the monitor locked. A countdown timer appeared in the center of the screen: “I don’t want your money