She flipped the screen open and typed a long string of characters into the password field.

“Where are the original development logs from Hart Systems?” I asked.

“Right here on this hard drive,” Clara said.

Her voice was soft, as if she were afraid of being overheard even in her own living room.

“My father made a complete digital copy of our entire code base the night before Aaron sent his lawyers to seize our servers.”

She pressed the enter key.