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I would spend hours tinkering with gadgets and learning how to code.
However, when I reached the age of eighteen and my parents died, I realized that my passion for technology could also be a means to earn some quick cash.
At first, it started innocently enough. I would hack into online games and sell virtual currency to other players.
It was a harmless way to make a few bucks, giving me a sense of thrill and satisfaction.
But as I got more skilled and my knowledge of computer systems deepened, the temptation to delve into more lucrative ventures grew stronger.
One day, I stumbled upon a forum on the dark web where hackers offered their services to the highest bidder.
They claimed to have access to confidential information from various companies, information that could be sold to their competitors for a handsome sum.
It was a dangerous game, but the lure of easy money was too enticing to resist.
I started hacking into a few small companies and selling their data to their rivals.
The money came in fast and easy, and I convinced myself I was not harming anyone. After all, it was just business, right?
But as I got deeper into the world of cybercrime, I began to realize the gravity of my actions.
My skills and reputation grew, and soon, I was approached by more dangerous and powerful individuals with sinister intentions.
They wanted me to hack into government databases, steal classified information, and commit cyber espionage.
The allure of even more money was there, but so was the risk of getting caught.
When this happened, I decided to stop. The only companies I had hacked were corrupt companies.
There was no way I would get involved in something major like that.
So, when I started receiving those offers, I decided to stop. I had made enough money to last me for a while, so I didn’t have to struggle with my decision to quit.
“You're ridiculous. Don’t you think if the police were aware, they would have caught you by now?” Keisha interrupted my thoughts.
“They didn’t find anything. I was careful in covering my tracks.” I tutted at Keisha’s simplistic questions.
“Exactly, so why are you worried now? You haven’t even hacked into any company since those days. So many years have passed. Besides, those companies must have thought their rivals did it. You’re safe.”
I rolled my head and stared at her for a few seconds without saying anything.
“I’m still not going,” I said after a moment of silence, earning a groan of annoyance from my friend.
I laughed at her frustrated state. As I continued to banter with Keisha, I felt relaxed and grateful for her presence.
Keisha was 5'2 with shoulder length and curves in all the right places. Her coke-bottom shape made it impossible sometimes to go out with her because of the constant cat calls her way, which she handled with sass, loving the attention.
I was never worried about our safety because she knew how to handle herself. With her father being a former pro kickboxer and being the only child, I almost feel sorry for any guy thinking about crossing the line.
We met when we were younger. A few girls used to bully me until she transferred to our school. Catchy them one day in the act she defended me, kicking one of the girls so hard, she was not able to walk straight for a week.
Needless to say, we have been inseparable ever since. She was so kind and always had me back.
Other people would have gotten annoyed and left me at my refusal to see the police and my determination to hide in my room, but Keisha stayed.
She always checked up on me, and even though she was quite frustrated, she never left me.
Even now, just conversing with her was enough to free me from my cage of fear.
