He smirked and said, "Basic knowledge in computer science doesn't let you spot a hidden breach with just a glance."
I opened my mouth to respond, but he set the documents aside first and asked me instead, "Are you hungry?"
"Yes!" I answered without thinking. Then he added, already rising from his seat, "What do you want for a late-night meal? I'll cook."
I told him anything was fine, not having any specific craving. He turned off his computer and led the way downstairs while I followed behind, my thoughts still circling the earlier incident. The system breach didn't feel random. Only a few people had that level of skill, and one name kept returning to my mind—John. His abilities were known to a very small circle, and even then, never fully discussed.
