My brother actually laughed at dinner and said, ‘I sold that useless laptop of yours for five hundred bucks. Finally got rid of your junk.’ My cousins cheered him on. Then he added, almost proudly, ‘Already handed it off to the buyer.’ I got up, stepped outside, and called my supervisor. By the time I made the report, the FBI cyber team was already tracking the device…
Thompson walked past my door, glanced in, and said, “Heading out?”
“In a minute.”
She nodded and kept going.
I looked at the report on my screen. Lines of data. Response times. Clean documentation of something that had nearly become a disaster and didn’t because people like me had shown up prepared.
