“No backup? Did I hear that right?”
“I know. We screwed up. It’s just that Frank thought Len did it and Len thought Frank did it and it just didn’t get done.”
“All right,” I said. “I’m not happy but I understand your dilemma. I’ll be there in forty-five minutes.”
When I arrived, Jim walked with me to the computer room. I booted up the problem computer. The screen showed its normal start up routine, looked okay until a message popped up informing me that the virus would wipe out everything on the computer in six hours. Jim hovered over my shoulder.”
You can find out what happens in Written Across the Genres on Amazon or Kindle or order it from your local bookstore.
And remember to back up your computer. I save everything on my home PC, on a storage disc, and on the PC at the office. I always believe in the power of three.