<strong>Madelaine</strong><br/><br/>It took forty-three minutes for the final stages of the transfers.  She watched them to the last cent and then...then she pressed the button and the virus was on its way.  She used a scrambler to scramble her ip address.  No one would be able to trace what she has done.  She was clever Madelaine, more so than any realised.  She watched the virus hit and grinned, she ran a final blocker and then closed all the various sites until she was out of the bank.  They wouldn't have a clue what had hit them, not until they dealt with the virus. And by then it would be too late, all traces were gone.  The virus would see to that.<br/><br/>She finished off on Facebook, building a barn in Farmville and then checking another of her games before logging out.  Then she sent a final twitter and when she was certain she had done everything she came out of twitter.  But before she closed down the laptop she spent a few minutes going through his personal files.  She was intrigued by what she read, he was a dirty old bastard.  And some of those pictures......FUCK they made her wet.<br/><br/>She finally closed the laptop, leaving it sitting on his desk.  She then exited the office, not bothering to lock the door and made her way to his rooms.  She knocked and walked in, "OK, all done Mordi" she said, looking around for him, a wetness seeping through her panties.....<br/>