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Then I went to her file, pulled up her social media accounts.
She growled under her breath.
Twitter.
It opened right away. I saw everything, had total access to it. And I clicked out of it, dragged it to the garbage.
I did the same thing with her Instagram.
Her Facebook.
Tumblr.
She had three fan-fiction accounts.
All of them.
Six emails.
A video blogger account.
She had a Pinterest account.
Every one was opened, closed out, and I dragged the entire program into the garbage.
She remained there, letting out more disgruntled grunts, growls, curses, until I had emptied the entire folder. Once that was done, I took her entire folder (even though it was empty) and that went into the garbage, too.
The garbage was emptied.
Then I went to my hard drive, and since she knew the coding, she saw me wipe the backups.
After that, I went back into my program, pulled up her name, and wiped that, too.
I waited, letting her digest everything once it was done.
“How do I know you won’t get in again?”
I looked up at her. “Go and change all of your passwords. Other than that, you’ll just have to trust me.”
She was visibly upset, and I got it. I did. But I didn’t feel bad, not after how she had threatened me last semester, and how she treated me. Kash’s conversation from Camille’s office came back to me, and he was right.
Anything. That was my line for what I would do to protect those I loved.
“Fine.” She stormed back to the other side of the table, grabbed her backpack, and hoisted it on. Just before she left, she placed a hand on the table. “I will report you if you ever do anything like that again.”
I gave her a look. Camille Story. Hello?
She flushed. “I mean to myself or Melissa, or anyone else in our class. I will go to the school dean, and I don’t care whose father donated that check, I’ll take everything with me that I have on you.”
Now I started to get heated. “That wasn’t a threat, was it? Meaning you don’t currently have anything on me.” I paused, letting that hang in the air. “Because if you did, then you know me, and you know that I’d have to go and find it.”
Her eyes were almost bugging out. She screwed her face up, her mouth flattening. A quiet scream escaped, sounding like steam leaving a teapot. “No! I don’t have anything. Just, don’t hack me. Ever. Or I’ll go to the feds.”
Hawking’s dean. Now the FBI. I almost retorted,Who’s next? The pope?But I refrained. She was upset. I understood it, and now she needed to maintain a semblance of control. Having the last word would give her that sense of control. So yeah. Whatever floated her boat. I kept quiet and she huffed off a second later.
Fitz came down the aisle. “Was I supposed to have fended her off?”
“No.” I was back in my program, and I changed my password for the entire system. Then I went in and got into her phone. Call me a violator, but I needed to make sure.
