Mira

The glow of the three monitors in my darkened room was the only light I had to work by, and the hum of the cooling fans was the only sound besides the occasional chirp of my headset as I sifted through layers of encrypted data. I had been sitting in the same chair for six hours because Father was breathing down my neck for results, and I knew that if I didn't find something concrete on the Porter family soon, he would take his frustrations out on Fantine.

"Come on, show me the money," I muttered to myself, watching the lines of code scroll past until I finally broke...