Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Busting the intruders

I knew I should have spent that night being proud of myself, but I had spent it crying. I wanted to be loved, and I wanted to fight for this love, but not at the price of losing myself. I was afraid that one day I would wake up bitter and tired of waiting for something that would never happen. Perhaps I was the one being selfish; I wanted him to have feelings for me just because I was filled with feelings for him, but I grew up learning that I had the right to be loved without needing to beg for it. Right now, I felt as if I was on my knees, begging him, waiting like a dog for a bone. It was pathetic.

I told Aren that I would wait until after Lan Jing’s birthday, but I couldn’t understand why that event had to determine our relationship. Was he going to miraculously open his heart for me then? Would a witch cast a spell upon him, and he would realize that he loved me all along? I couldn’t deny that my heart fluttered every time I saw him, that every time he touched me I felt shivers, that I had my eyes only for him. It didn’t matter if he gave me nothing but physical pleasure while I was ready to give him my all.

I felt as if I had to minimize our contact for a while. I crawled out of bed at six o’clock, tiptoed by his bedroom door, and sneaked out to work in the office at the company. I had just finished correcting algorithms to track our precious last night’s intruders when Alan and Norton showed up. “Mind telling me again, why are we working on Sunday?” Alan groaned, sitting by his computer. “Because I don’t want those bastards to cover the tracks. I want their physical location, what computers they used, everything,” I said decisively. “I don’t mind working on Sunday.” Norton shrugged.

I gave him a crooked smile. “Glad to hear it. Can we get to work now?” Alan’s program was designed to analyze patterns and use them to trace someone more precisely than using an IP address. It was the only way to trace a hacker who frequently changed his IP while breaking into the system. It was like forcing a hacker to leave bread crumbs that would eventually lead us to the real place he was connected to, but it could take time.

“If we assume that those hackers could be anywhere in the world, it will probably take a month before we find their physical addresses, but we can also take a risk and select a specific

area. Then we can either find them within hours… or run in circles and find nothing at all,” Alan explained.

My instincts kept telling me that those who broke into Lan Diamond Corporation’s system were the so-called “specialists” that Max talked about. If that was the case, then we could narrow our search, but if I was wrong, then I could waste all our efforts. The problem was that we didn’t have a whole month to find those jerks.

I made my decision. “Let’s limit our search to New York state.”

We spent all day checking every single internet connection in the twenty-million population. It was monotonous and exhausting work that required constant excluding of the patterns that weren’t exact matches so they wouldn’t litter our findings. We all jumped out of our seats as we discovered our first virtual bread crumbs in the New York City area.

“Great job, guys!” I shouted, feeling amazingly relieved that my suspicions were correct.

Alan roared. “It won’t be

crumbs all over the city. We ended up arming Alan’s software with tons of additional algorithms, turning our search into an automatic process. The amount of work drained us completely, making Norton fall asleep under the desk; Alan landed on the sofa, and I eventually fell asleep sitting with my face splashed on the desktop. I woke up a few hours later, feeling a red flashing light assaulting my eyes. It took me a minute to focus my sight on the screen, but when I did, I burst into a mad scream. “Jesus fucking Christ! Could you mind my

fucking amazing!” I got up from my seat and we both started happy-dancing all over the office. It took us another minute to realize that Norton was still sleeping soundly, unaffected by all of the noise. Alan

the map; the location was in Manhattan, not too far away from the Lan Diamond Tower. All three attacks came

what companies have their offices there?” I asked, hoping to find anything that sounded

list of companies from that building. I read it carefully, but nothing caught my attention. However, I had little knowledge about Aren’s competitors, and

well. In those messages, he wished me a good day, asked me if I had eaten, and warned me not to overwork myself. I smiled, wondering if he was still the arrogant Aren I met. Maybe he truly was trying, but it wasn’t enough to make me believe he could permanently change. I sent him brief information that we found the location of where the previous night’s attack came from. He didn’t reply. After a minute, I heard a knock on the door, making Alan, Norton, and me scream like little

us?!” I yelled as I opened the door and saw Aren

remember? Besides, do you think that I will let my wife work while I stay at

called and messaged me… why didn’t you just drop by

you

smiled wryly. “After you decided to sneak you in the morning, I decided to

curiously, as if they were only missing a box of popcorn to enjoy watching my conversation with Aren. I smiled awkwardly at them before shifting my attention to my husband. “Can I talk to you in your office?” I suggested, feeling that a further discussion in front of Alan and Norton would not lead to

and gestured at me to walk out first. I told my wonder-boys to go home and get some sleep while I took the list of companies and went to Aren’s office. Once he closed the door behind us, I became nervous. It reminded me of when we had sex

You need to focus,” I muttered under my

to sit down.”So, who wanted

what the hackers’ location was during the attack.” I showed Aren the map with the spot marked with a red cross and then handed him a list of companies from the building. “So you can’t point out exactly who

that building with our equipment and stand less than ten feet from the spot. Then we can suck in the information. It’s like marking the finish line. Then we can use that in court because this proof cannot be faked,” I claimed confidently. Aren nodded and then