[Steel]

Over at Rakesh’s place..

Rakesh looked down lazily at his phone, saw that it was from his web developer, and took the call. He normally didn't call unless it was serious.

"What's up?" Rakesh grunted, making a "five minutes" gesture to the cameramen. Pooja rolled her eyes on the bed, but took the opportunity to light up a cigarette.

"You told me to call you if someone logged in with the Cucky_Sherry username. Someone did," as usual, the web dev nasally sounded annoyed. Looks like he and Rakesh had a past and didn't like each other very much, but they found each other useful.

"Great," said Rakesh with a nasty grin. "Log the IP. And If someone from that IP tries to make another account, block it."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember," said the voice on the other end. There was a disgusting crunching sound over the line. Always snacking, this guy. "You know that someone could get around that in like five minutes if they tried, right?"

"Only if they had the willpower to fight back and some brains," replied Rakesh with a chuckle. "I'm not worried."

"Whatever. Your wish," said the web dev, speaking through a full mouth of whatever greasy snack food he was eating. "Hey, you know that my skills are wasted on stupid shit like running your website, right? If we are trading favors, don't waste them on bullshit like this."

Rakesh rolled his eyes. "Sure.. Next time I need some super spooky black-hat hacking, you'll be first on my list. Bye." He hung up and put the phone back into his robe. The guy was insufferable sometimes, but he ran a damn clean ship on digital security. Rakesh didn't think he would need his help in any other ways. He preferred physical and mental over digital manipulation.