Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
One brow rose. “Oh really? A genius,” I said sarcastically.
But Brandon didn’t hear the tone and sighed like a fawning fan. “You should see what’s been done. It’s a work of beauty, Theo.”
Yeah, whatever. I was about to tear this fucker to pieces and then throw him to the sharks.
Because fuck you, shitface. How dare you hack into Pictogram? This shit’s my baby, and you don’t fuck with that.
“Just get the site running normally,” I commanded. “Find the breach and fix it.”
“Will do,” said Brandon. “On it, boss.”
I hung up on him. I had my own work to do.
Jumping onto my Mac, I worked on finding the original location of where the emails were being sent. The hacker had been smart to cloak his location but not smart enough. It took me half an hour, but I found where Anonimo was hiding.
Bingo!
To my surprise, our anonymous hacker was located in a dorm on my old campus, Berkeley. Was he fucking serious? Some geeky student was sending me threatening emails?
Please.
Because it was too easy now.
I know Berkeley like the back of my hand.
And there was nothing like a confrontation.
You know these hacker losers, so bold online, but complete wimps in real life.
And the devil in me spoke then.
Bring a knife. Bring a rope. Don’t let them get away with it.
Because this fucker needed to be taught a lesson. Who cares if I hacked his hack? He’d just be back to doing the same old shit in two seconds flat.
An evil plan formed in my mind.
It was wrong, sure.
Criminal even.
But again, I’m a billionaire, and we get away with everything, from securities fraud to kidnapping. Shit, that stuff is just the tip of the iceberg. I could tell you stories that would make your jaw drop with disbelief.
But that’s for later.
Because sliding a knife into a bag, I stood.
Anonimo had just fucked up my life. And unfortunately, he was going to pay.
3
Mia
The rest of the night I spent hiding out in my room. I wasn’t ready to face the world yet. Jill, the true BFF she was, snuck food out from the dining hall for me.
“I didn’t know what you wanted so I got you a variety of options.” Digging into her backpack, she handed me a Ziploc bag full of lasagna, another with grilled salmon and wild rice, another with hummus and pita chips, and another with of course, Lucky Charms.
Sitting on my bed with my Ziploc buffet, I held my hand out. “Did you get me any silverware?”
Jill eyes widened in disbelief. “Silverware? I just pulled off the greatest heist in Cal Dining History and you want silverware?” She exploded into laughter while pulling out a fork. “Of course I brought you silverware. I’m not an animal.”
I took the fork from her with a laugh. “Thank you.” Opening the lasagna bag, the rich oregano sauce wafted up to me. Stuffing a forkful into my mouth, I raved, “Oh my god, thank you so much. It’s warm and really amazing.”
“No problem.” Jill shrugged as she headed out of my room. But right when she got the door, my friend looked back at me and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mia. This is all my fault.”
I finished chewing a gigantic bite. “Don’t be silly. It’s not your fault. It’s Pictogram’s stupid fault.”
The blonde leaned on the doorway and heaved a giant sigh. “Are you going to be okay? You’re not going to be a hermit forever are you?” She shook her head. “You know, one of these days, the dining hall is going to catch on that I’ve been stealing mountains of food. So you’ve got to come out sometime.”
Swallowing, I nodded.
“I know. I’ll be okay. Promise,” I said. After all, Jill was right. Dropping out of school and hiding out in an underground bunker wasn’t a viable option. Tomorrow would be a new day. I hoped that everyone would have moved on from my half naked Pictogram debut to something else.
That something else being all the naked photos I’d just posted of Theo White on Pictogram.
Finding those images wasn’t easy by any means, but it was worth it. Digging around in his personal cloud storage, I hit the jackpot. There were so many photos and videos of him with different girls in every position, left, right and upside down. Theo White had clearly missed his calling as a porn star.
Plus, I’d gotten a good look at everything, and what shocked me the most was how gigantic his cock looked in the photos. I’d zoomed in on it in utter disbelief. Could that even be real? Or was he using a prosthetic?
For a split second, I almost decided not to flood Pictogram with Theo’s naughty photos. Almost. But then I remembered the sickening hissing sound Roger made with his mouth when he threw the Marc Janow poster down on my desk. My privacy had been violated. Theo needed to know what that felt like.