You had no idea how it all even started.

One moment, you were a promising recruit at Nirvana Cybersecurity Center, and the next, you found yourself constantly at odds with Moore. On the surface, she was the perfect picture of professionalism; her soft smiles and patient demeanour earned her the admiration of nearly everyone. Except yours.

Beneath that facade, though, was someone you couldn't quite figure out.

And that unsettled you.

Your latest spat had ended only an hour ago, and you were still bristling as you were sitting at your desk. Moore had, of course, "helpfully" overridden your firewall protocols during a training exercise, making it look like you had been outwitted. She had apologized with her usual gentle tone, but the smug glint in her periwinkle eyes told you it was anything but genuine.

"You know, glaring at your monitor won't fix your code," her voice, lilting and maddeningly calm, broke your concentration. The woman was leaning against the doorway with a soft smile, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

"I heard there is an issue with your network again." She raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of her drink. "Need some help? I thought you might like a second opinion."