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Married Before Midnight - Married Before Midnight by Sienna Quinn - Chapter 39
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Married Before Midnight
Chapter 39: The Silent Observer
Hannah sat alone in her dorm room, the dim glow of her desk lamp casting long shadows across the scattered papers and her open laptop. The numbers on the screen didn’t add up—not the way she remembered them. She had been meticulous, triple-checking every entry before submission. There was no way she had made that mistake. Someone had tampered with the data. Her first instinct was to report it—to storm into Professor Langley’s office and demand an investigation.
But without proof, she’d sound paranoid. Worse, if she accused Caleb Mercer outright, it would look like sour grapes over their failed romantic entanglement. No, she needed evidence. Hard, undeniable proof. The next morning, she buried herself in the library, combing through the university’s IT policies, searching for any loophole that might grant her access to deeper logs. That was when Isobel Brown found her. Isobel was a quiet force in their program—brilliant, observant, and utterly uninterested in the social politics of their department. She slid into the chair across from Hannah, her dark eyes sharp behind her glasses. “Still trying to crack the simulation, Carter?” Hannah hesitated, then decided to trust her gut. “Someone altered my inputs. I didn’t make that mistake.” Isobel smirked. “Langley’s system logs everything. Session IDs, keystrokes, even rollback versions.
Most professors don’t know how to read them.” She leaned forward. “But I do.” They devised a plan. Hannah would request a backup of her simulation session under the guise of a reflective essay, while Isobel would dig into the raw logs, searching for anomalies—IP address overlaps, unauthorized access points, time discrepancies. By evening, the IT office responded to Hannah’s request. The data would be available the next morning, but one line in the email made her blood run cold: Your session ID from Round Three was accessed from two locations within the same minute. Hannah’s breath caught. She hadn’t just been sabotaged—she had been watched in real time.