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my_strappyshoesHer bare foot inches up against her calf, toe pressing into it slightly trying to push away a slight itch of something beneath the surface that she knows is probably just the breeze coming in from the open window. Lying on her stomach with the cool of the sheets pressed to most of her exposed skin she's propped up on elbows watching two different screens scroll through coding. Her laptops are networked through the wireless router sitting on her dresser since she opted to move most of her work into the bedroom for the day. Shifting up a bit her hand brushes her hair off her shoulders to lay on her back as she rubs at her neck a bit.
Another cross current comes in from the window and she turns to look outside wondering if she should actually put on pants and head out onto the deck or not. At the moment the tank top and light cotton boxers seem almost over dressed for the weather, but she swore she wasn't going to turn on the air when there was a breeze. Her finger pressed along the touchpad scrolling through a few more screens trying to find the access coding to let her finally figure out what exactly was wrong with the network set up. Exhaling she watched the numbers flip by and she swapped from the one screen to the other trying to compare set ups.
It was tedious, but the one thing she had actually learned since taking on the job was that it was a lot easier to fix holes in someone's network when you didn't have to paraglide off a cliff to land on a rooftop of an adjacent building just to attach a router piggybacked onto a parallel system. It was a lot easier if they just gave you access themselves. Her hand went from typing to nudging at her tank top trying to sort out if she should push it back up higher on her back, or tug it back down. Instead she just itched at a small spot beneath the hem and left it where it was at.
Chewing on her bottom lip she scrolled back up to the top of the screen and glanced through the numbers again swapping out a few lines of code for variations and compiled it watching the other screen to see if it pinged anything out of the ordinary. When it cleared that she ran her protocol and set up the rest of the coding and compiled that and it seemed to be fine. Switching to the other laptop she disconnected the network between the two and logged out of the system as the admin. From there she tried to hack into the system manually, and through running standard hack routines. It was pretty simple stuff, the common approaches used at least, and none of them seemed to push through what she had reworked. Which was a good thing considering that was what she'd been hired for.
Logging out of the network completely she reached for her cell and called up the client. He'd been referred to her by Weiss which was sort of endearing a bit since he'd been one of the people who always seemed to be bailing her out of messes. But it was good having a friend in DC, and really good having a friend in DC that had to deal with Embassies on a somewhat daily basis that were having trouble with their IT department. It wasn't APO but it was work, and it was paying her well, and she could do it in bed in practically nothing still in Connecticut.
"Mr. Otochi please? Thank you." Rachel hummed along to the hold music for a moment before she was connected. "Hi, it's Ms. Gibson. I just finished re-networking all of your internal systems and you should be fully operational now. I doubt anyone is going to be hack into your email systems again. Oh I understand. That's correct... no I'm sure it'll all be taken care of. Thank you."
Hanging up she shut both laptops and rolled onto her back drawing her knees up and shutting her eyes. Exhaling a deep breath she smiled to herself thinking that it was the easiest five figure paycheck she'd made. Clearly no where near what Julian kept tempting her with for the jobs he was hinting at, but it still felt good to do something she was good at and stay in bed.
Another cross current comes in from the window and she turns to look outside wondering if she should actually put on pants and head out onto the deck or not. At the moment the tank top and light cotton boxers seem almost over dressed for the weather, but she swore she wasn't going to turn on the air when there was a breeze. Her finger pressed along the touchpad scrolling through a few more screens trying to find the access coding to let her finally figure out what exactly was wrong with the network set up. Exhaling she watched the numbers flip by and she swapped from the one screen to the other trying to compare set ups.
It was tedious, but the one thing she had actually learned since taking on the job was that it was a lot easier to fix holes in someone's network when you didn't have to paraglide off a cliff to land on a rooftop of an adjacent building just to attach a router piggybacked onto a parallel system. It was a lot easier if they just gave you access themselves. Her hand went from typing to nudging at her tank top trying to sort out if she should push it back up higher on her back, or tug it back down. Instead she just itched at a small spot beneath the hem and left it where it was at.
Chewing on her bottom lip she scrolled back up to the top of the screen and glanced through the numbers again swapping out a few lines of code for variations and compiled it watching the other screen to see if it pinged anything out of the ordinary. When it cleared that she ran her protocol and set up the rest of the coding and compiled that and it seemed to be fine. Switching to the other laptop she disconnected the network between the two and logged out of the system as the admin. From there she tried to hack into the system manually, and through running standard hack routines. It was pretty simple stuff, the common approaches used at least, and none of them seemed to push through what she had reworked. Which was a good thing considering that was what she'd been hired for.
Logging out of the network completely she reached for her cell and called up the client. He'd been referred to her by Weiss which was sort of endearing a bit since he'd been one of the people who always seemed to be bailing her out of messes. But it was good having a friend in DC, and really good having a friend in DC that had to deal with Embassies on a somewhat daily basis that were having trouble with their IT department. It wasn't APO but it was work, and it was paying her well, and she could do it in bed in practically nothing still in Connecticut.
"Mr. Otochi please? Thank you." Rachel hummed along to the hold music for a moment before she was connected. "Hi, it's Ms. Gibson. I just finished re-networking all of your internal systems and you should be fully operational now. I doubt anyone is going to be hack into your email systems again. Oh I understand. That's correct... no I'm sure it'll all be taken care of. Thank you."
Hanging up she shut both laptops and rolled onto her back drawing her knees up and shutting her eyes. Exhaling a deep breath she smiled to herself thinking that it was the easiest five figure paycheck she'd made. Clearly no where near what Julian kept tempting her with for the jobs he was hinting at, but it still felt good to do something she was good at and stay in bed.
