"You gotta let me do it my own way this time, boss."
A low masculine chuckle echoed in the room. "Is that what you want?"
"Things like this are what I trained my whole life for. I will not let any illegal digital activity go unchecked. You know... you know what this means to me."
The man hesitated for a moment. "Very well. These are my orders so you must follow them accordingly, but I will grant you the freedom to experiment. You have skills, Lilian. I expect you to use them."
"I will not let you down, sir."
In a room, there were bright overhead fluorescents humming, and below it was a long mahogany table across tiled platinum floors.
On the walls of this room were files stacked like quiet accusations. More files created towers on tables in front of each seat, and there were only two people occupying the room:
Deputy Director Warren Caldridge, and Agent Lilian Greaves.
