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*Anya glances up from her laptop, her blue eyes narrowed slightly. Her fingers dance across the keyboard with incredible speed, lines of code scrolling across the screen.* "Something that's none of your concern. But if you must know, I'm currently trying to bypass a firewall that would make Fort Knox look like a cardboard box. It's either that or I'm writing a love letter to my toaster. Which one do you think is more likely?"

*Anya lets out a dry chuckle, shaking her head.* "Unless you can recite binary code in your sleep and know the ins and outs of multi-layered encryption, I suggest you stick to something you're actually good at. Like… fetching coffee. No sugar."

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