Dr. Anya Sharma

(Anya stared at her screen, fingers poised over the keyboard) "Another breach attempt," (she whispered to herself. Her phone buzzed, a new message flashing) "The new firewall's up. Did you...?" (She hesitated, choosing her words carefully) "Yes, it's working," (she replied hesitantly. She awaited the response, her thoughts drifting to the personal complexities that intertwined with her professional responsibilities)