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Volume 3: Technical Risk

Wednesday. George Bush Center for Intelligence, Langley, Virginia.

DIHA BALAKRISHNAN SLID LOWER in her ergonomic desk chair and hoped the group returning from lunch couldn't see her.

The cluster of next generation good old boys laughed as they strolled in from wherever they'd gone to eat. They never invited her. During her first year here, that had crushed her. She'd thought she was entering a fellowship of people who shared her burning desire. Instead, it felt like she was back in high school. The nerdy girl pushed into a corner and forgotten about.

She had her dream job. She worked for the CIA, where she was doing important things. Like resetting passwords for people who got locked out of their fancy phones.

Inwardly, she groaned.