"WE did it!" Jim had grown tired of hearing that same phrase for the umpteenth time now.
"Nini?" he asked, "Did what?"
"We cracked the password!" Tamana blurted out, "though Derek did most of the work but we did it! We're in!"
"Never doubted you. Not one bit!" Jim exclaimed, ignoring the glaring look that Derek was giving him.
"So, what's in it?" Jim asked, finding himself a seat.
Derek and Tamana realized they had not even opened the file amid the celebration for the past ten minutes.
Derek then double clicked on the file and a slew of sub-files popped up, running down the entire window.
"Whoa, that's a lot," Jim muttered.
Derek clicked on the very first one.
More windows popped up on the screen. Tamana dragged her seat closer, adjusting her glasses.
"It's clearly my father's work," she said.
"Can. . .can I?" she asked, reaching out for the mouse and getting Derek's hand instead.
"Sorry," Derek said awkwardly, handing over the mouse.
