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"In this building," Sarah said, heading back to her desk, "the sexiest thing you can do is keep the network secure."

Mark took a deep breath, opened a spreadsheet of boring, safe market data, and realized she was absolutely right.

"It’s just a zip file," Mark muttered, his face flushing. "Maybe it's a prank from the guys in sales."

She stood up, walked over, and hit the 'Report Phishing' button on his screen. The email vanished into the digital void.