documents, we need that information,” Rainer said.
“The spyware he uses isn't a virus that spreads and destroys their documents. It installs software that explores security holes and packs them with user-installed software.”
“I don’t understand what you mean,” he said.
“In simple words, he’ll install a malicious program to their main system that is completely concealed, a program capable of defending itself against removal, and that'll allow him to gain administrator access, therefore gaining access to passwords and other sensitive information in the system.”
Rainer got up from his chair and put his hands behind his back. He paced back and forth without saying a word. He finally stopped in front of Larue.
“Are you sure he can do that?”
“I know he can. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes.”
“All right then, I like it. We’ll go with that, but let's have a backup plan in case something goes wrong. Do we agree? We don’t want to take any chances at all.” Hahn looked at Larue and asked, “How is that going to help us?”
“He’ll take control and monitor their system, get complete access to every piece of information they own, including the details on the documents that Nikola wants to get his hands on.”
“All right, let's move to the backup plan,” Rainer said impatiently.
“What do you suggest?” Larue asked.
“I want tight surveillance on Sebastian and his family if he has one. I want to find out who are the people that mean the most to him. I want a detailed daily schedule for his and his family’s activities. I want photographs documenting where they go on their daily routine.”
Rainer dragged in a deep breath, and then started pacing again. A moment passed in silence. He finally stopped pacing and glancing at the two men still sitting at the conference table, he said, “If Jorrit’s plan doesn’t work, we’ll have to set in place a logical strategy that will terrorize Gaulle’s family and force him to surrender the documents.” Hahn and Larue merely nodded, but their heads remained filled with fretfulness. What did they really know about Gaulle and his family? What if they failed again? The fear of Nikola’s retaliation was enough to cause panic throughout their bodies.
Chapter 8
A SOFT KNOCK at the door startled them. Their heads swiftly turned as Georgiana entered the room carrying a coffee pot and three cups on a small tray. She gave a polite nod to Hahn and Larue, and a sexy smile to Rainer.
“Thanks, Georgiana, just put the tray on the table,” Rainer said, letting his lips curve in a sensual smile. She walked into the room looking a bit shaken from Rainer’s gaze, and glanced between the three men. She moved gracefully and placed the tray on the table without saying a word. She poured coffee into the cups. When she turned around she found Rainer standing directly in front of her. Her cheeks flushed crimson. Rainer coughed to clear his throat. “Thank you, Georgiana, that’ll be all,” he said softly. She gave him a warm smile just before she walked out, shutting the door softly behind her.
Rainer caught himself staring at the closed door, trying to collect his errant thoughts. He slowly closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. Turning around, he met Hahn and Larue’s amused grins. He raised his hand to silence their statements. “I don’t want to hear it,” he said firmly. “We have more important things on the table than Georgiana.” He walked over to the huge window overlooking the river. He stood there silently trying to find a quiet spot in his mind to separate the horrible task in hand from the sensual feelings Georgiana aroused in him. Several moments went by before he finally turned around and took a seat next to Hahn and Larue. He reached for a coffee cup and took a sip, muttering something inaudible. Larue waited a moment, and then asked, “What are you planning on doing with Jorrit’s information?”
Rainer cleared his
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