Then to the encrypted chat.
His expression changes immediately.
“What did he do?”
“Ask him.”
Xavier walks into the room.
“Pierre.”
Our son looks up.
“Yes, Papa?”
“Who are you hacking?”
Pierre considers the wording.
“Technically, no one.”
Xavier stops beside me.
I whisper, “Your genetics.”
He ignores that.
“Pierre.”
Our child exhales.
“Lakeview Prep.”
Xavier and I groan at exactly the same time.
Pierre frowns.
“What?”
“You're hacking a school?” I ask.
“Only the student database.”
“That is not better.”
“I didn't change anything.”
Xavier folds his arms.
“Why are you inside Lakeview Prep's student database?”
Pierre looks between us as though we're being unnecessarily difficult.
“Preston needs information.”
“What information?”
“About a girl.”