After getting what she needed, Aurora closed the laptop with a quiet click. Her fingers moved swiftly as she grabbed her phone, unlocking it to inspect the secured data.
The room was dimly lit, shadows cast from the blue screen still lingering in the air like silent witnesses to the havoc she had just caused.
Her expression was calm, almost bored, as if hacking into a top-secret government archive was as routine as checking emails.
The screen of her phone glowed against her skin, reflecting lines of names, codes, and sealed identities.
A sharp glint crossed her eyes. I wonder what kind of secrets Grandma was trying so hard to protect.
With that thought, she opened the encrypted file and began scrolling through it, her gaze narrowing as each line of classified information unfolded before her.
Meanwhile, in a restricted high-security facility miles away, chaos reigned.
