Chapters (28)
- Upside Down
- N.R. Walker
- Copyright
- Contents
- Blurb
- Upside Down
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- The Next Weekend
- Three Years Later
- About the Author
- Contact the Author
- Also by N.R. Walker
If he thought challenging me to be some kind of game, I wasn’t here to play. “Then let me dumb it down for you,” I said, not breaking eye contact. “I skimmed ports to find vulnerabilities, scrutinised patch installation processes, performed detailed traffic analysis, and fixed your intrusion detection and prevention systems. What I found were eight bugs spread across four main access ports on your site. One was a clickjacking vulnerability, which could easily become a sitejacking if not stopped. Several others were cross-site scripting liabilities, an especially flexible and malicious type of attack in which hackers inject their own code into the domain web application, gaining access to not only your staff’s personal information but that of your clients as well. The staff login portal was susceptible to infiltration, making it relatively easy for hackers with malicious intent to steal data from other visitors’ browsers and possibly even impersonate them. And all the usual phishing scams.”
Rob stared at me and it took him a second for what I’d just said to register. “Did you fix it? Oh my God. Tell me you fixed it!”
“Of course I did.”
“And we’re still right to transfer and go live next week? We have so much depending on this—”
“Of course, everything is fine. You wanted the best and you got it.”
Michael smirked before he schooled his features. “Thanks Hennessy. Did you, uh…” He smiled. “Didn’t you have somewhere to be tonight? We’re almost done here.”
I shot to my feet, unable to keep the grin from my face. “I do, thanks.” I walked out without even pausing, grabbed my laptop, my messenger bag, only pausing at the elevator to say goodbye to Rachel. “Bye!”
“You could cab it,” she called. “Or Uber it! It’s the twenty-first century, you know?”
But I was already in the elevator, and as soon as the doors opened, I ran for the next bus.
I raced home, dumped my gear, changed my shirt, freshened up, and not knowing much about Newtown, I booked an Uber. I got to the restaurant barely two minutes late, feeling a rush of relief when I saw Jordan sitting at a table with Merry.
Merry nodded pointedly at me and Jordan turned around, and his whole face lit up when he saw me. He stood just as I got to his table, and I couldn’t resist putting my hand to his back and kissing him hello. “Sorry I’m late.”
“Oh,” he said with a little laugh, blushing beautifully. “Hi.”
I nodded to Merry and said, “Nice to see you again.”
She smiled cheerfully. “Same.”
Jordan pulled out a seat at the table for me. “And not to worry, you had a crazy day at work, huh?”