Evil boss

t they didn't want to be followed around by security or bodyguards 24/7, so they made a pact to learn how to defend themselves. Mav also worked out here at home, in his decorate

e liked nothing more than getting lost in the design of a new program or tinkering in his lab. Unfortu

ng flowed and made sense. His phone pinged. Frowning, he walked over to the bench against the far wall. He took a sip of water as he unlocked the new prototype Rivera Tech phone with a retina scan. A bright red notification filled the screen. Someone had triggered an alarm in the Rivera Tech system. Fucking hackers. Phone in hand, he walked out of

hacker. He set up a secondary program to track the idiot. The hacker stopped and started cleaning up his tracks. Yeah, the big bad wolf is after you. Mav opened a chat window directly to the hacker. Back off, idiot. Well, you don't mince your words, do you? Maverick raised his eyebrows. Any other hacker would be scrambling to get away. I'm not hurting anything. Just checking things out. Mav shook his head at the arrogance. Like the idiot was just hanging out. Go away or you'll regret it. He glanced at the tracking program. The hacker was definitely in the US. He watched the data roll by as they tried to figure out whe

. It sounded a little rusty. I don't own a yacht. I only hire one when I feel like it. There was no response. He stared at the blinking cursor. Are you Maverick Rivera? Yep. And who are you? Wouldn't you like to know? Suddenly he really did. He was actually en

could already tell she was good. I know you're trying to track me. No, I'm not. Wow, you're a terrible liar, even online. The tracker zoomed in and his pulse raced. She was in New York City. Then the screen flashed and the tracker program froze. What the hell? He tapped furiously. Suddenly, the tracker was replaced by an image of two glowing blue angel wings ma

ch office building in lower Manhattan. My brown coveralls were loose-fitting, with a tool belt slung around my waist and a brown cap perched on my head. Atlas Electric was embroidered on top. I walked over to the security desk, pasting on a smile. I'm just an electrician, nobody going to work. Nothing to see here. "Hi," I called out. "I'm here from Atlas Electric to do a job." I held up a piece of paper. "Some maintenance on the 49th floor for Rivera Tech." The guard f

't have. I couldn't believe I'd been playing catch-the-hacker with the big man himself. The guy had minions. Hell, his minions probab

ech couldn't be done. So here I was, heading for the dragon's lair. I was going to put my