"I can do that!" I told her confidently. She let out an involuntary shake of the head as she looked at me.
"Actually, you can't," she began. "They have a kid called Sean there. The boy is fourteen—Don't laugh!" She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
I was listening to a cautioning tale, that too for a fourteen-year-old?
"Sean hacked into the system of one of the largest banks and transferred ten million dollars into his own account. This was a year ago. No one could trace it back to him because he had spread the money in small denominations across the globe. This boy is a genius," she gave me a pointed look.
She must have noticed my impressed state of mind as she was smirking in response to it.
'Hacking a system of that level of protection at the age of thirteen was a big deal. How did Anthony get his hands on this gem?'
"And you can outweigh his genius?" a dark chuckle escaped my lips as I asked threw out the question at her.
