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“Thank you! I’ll go call Mr. Pine and apologize!”

He hurried toward the door.

“Oh, and Derek?” Maisie called.

“Yeah?” he said, turning around.

“You need to look online and find email addresses for the State Department and CIA. We’ve got to forward that email to them. This is the sort of thing they need to know about.”

Maisie noticed him swallow hard before a look of determination settled over his face. “I’m on it.”

She nodded. “Good. For America’s sake.”

The women watched him leave and waited until they heard his office door shut before they burst into uproarious laughter.

“Nice one!” Daniela said after wheeling her chair closer for an actual high-five.

“Thanks!” Maisie replied as their hands clapped together.

“So, did you just use our backdoor into his system?”

“Yep,” Maisie said. “Started threading the needle last week when I asked him torun security updates.”

Both women laughed. As part of the firm’s tech team, they had the ability to remote into anyone’s computer. In reality, they were the ones who handled security updates. But Derek didn’t know that.

Maisie shrugged and continued. “I just set his autocorrect to automatically change the word investment—or investments—to poop and poops. I’ve already changed it back.”

Daniela laughed again. “Seriously. That’s a good one.”

Maisie stayed seated but gave a little bow. Pulling pranks was fun, and she aspired to be just like her hero—the famous Eli! At least, he was famous with Littles.

She swiveled her chair around to see the clock on her computer. Only one hour left until vacation officially started.

The job was fine. And having Daniela there made it better. But she couldn’t help but wish she was already at camp.

How could she not?

A camp just for Littles with loads of fun activities? Yes, please!

Soon, it wouldn’t just be a dream. It would be her reality. For a whole week!

The sound of Daniela pounding away on her keyboard meant she was already back at work. Maisie needed to do the same. But it was hard, with vacation quickly approaching.

Mentally, she was already at camp. She thoroughly expected to have the time of her life there.

And who knew?

Maybe, just maybe…she’d meet a Daddy.

Chapter Two

“We’re flying right into it!” Lieutenant Mack Casey said.

There was no real need for the pilot to announce it, though. The fact that he was guiding the Sikorsky MH-60 Jayhawk chopper right into the eye of a raging storm was obvious.

Howling winds blew all around them but he had enough experience to hold the bird steady. Dark clouds swirled directly ahead and a moment later large drops of water started lashing at the windows and spilled in through the open side door.

Senior Chief Petty Officer Declan O’Connor looked out that open door to his right and straight down. The normally beautiful Pacific was a swirling cauldron of dark, ominous waters.

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