Forrest threw the sleek memory drive from his computer into the fireplace and smashed it with the granite base of a trophy he took from one of his shelves. Then he poured a bottle of vodka all over it, throwing a match into the mess. The flames overtook it in a mere moment, erasing everything that was on it.
“Isn’t it extreme?” Elene watched the fire destroy the evidence.
“I don’t keep anything here anyway,” Romero shrugged. “So better safe than sorry.”
“But what if they planted it somewhere using your cloud?” the Princess furrowed her brows.
“They wouldn’t get that far. Everything is password protected, and I would have gotten a message if they simply managed to log in.”
“I see,” Elene nodded, impressed by how far he had thought everything through. However, when he got out a small de
