HER MOTHER SOLD HER “BROKEN” LAPTOP FOR $500

slowly.

“Family situation,” I said. “I need the secure room.”

I walked past the glass conference rooms, past the coffee station, past two analysts laughing over a vending machine, my badge swinging from its lanyard with every step.

My mother had not sold a broken laptop.

She had sold a protected federal device.

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