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WesTech Intranet.
I shouldn’t…
But this isn’t my first time.
Wesley didn’t seem to remember me. Not really. But I remember him.
I was sixteen, bored, angry, brilliant; and stupid enough to test a security patch on the new WesTech servers I had read about all the way from my tiny town.
I cracked it in under an hour.
His legal team showed up two days later. Mama nearly had a heart attack.
Wesley didn’t press charges. Said he was… impressed.
Paid me, quietly, for a line of encryption I’d built from scratch, something he claimed they’d been trying to develop for weeks.
That check helped save the inn that year.
But Mama made me promise never to touch anything like that again.
Sorry, Mama.
I pull up the WesTech Intranet and type in the credentials.
A beat.
Then:Access Granted.
I blink.
“Seriously? “I mutter, “Some things, never change.”
We need to work on our offboarding protocols.
I click into the internal systems. Wesley never knew I added myself to the backend dev team as a ghost profile. I was careful—mirrored logins, masked IP, backdoor routed through a dead server in Arizona. Rookie shit, but effective.
Okay, Liv. Time to go hunting.
I route myself through a VPN, then sandbox my browser just in case.
I don’t touch anything sensitive. Not technically. Just hover near the financial servers, then pivot into public asset registries.
My fingers fly,tracing breadcrumbs:
Corporation names, subsidiary loops, LLCs hidden inside offshore accounts.
It takes hours, but I find it.
A map of Maksim Korsakov’s empire.
And a weak spot.
The Parker Building wasn’t just a grab.
It was a homecoming.
I dig deeper. Property records, archived sales, auction history—
