My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

Earth, a quick look at public sales, and… welcome home.”

Derek flicked a used gift card onto my table. “Back-door latch was builder-grade. Opened it in thirty seconds. You’re welcome.”

I’m a cybersecurity analyst. I don’t scream – I audit.

“What else have you done… in my name?” I said quietly.

Derek slid a laptop toward me, proud as a magician pulling continue reading …