"This is not good."
"What are you thinking?" Jen was still staring at the screen and tapping at the keyboard.
"I'm thinking what a jerk I was. I keep all my personal information in that file, like a safety backup in case my apartment burned down or something. Scanned it in. My passport, driver's license, credit cards, medical records, everything."
Jennifer looked puzzled. "You can just cancel the credit cards. As for the rest of the stuff, what could anybody possibly want with it?"
"I don't know, Jen. I don't even know if we were hacked by somebody who wants to find out about me, or just look at our designs."
She was reflecting that when somebody goes through your files, they want the information for a purpose. And that purpose couldn't be positive for you, or they wouldn't have started their undertaking with a surreptitious act.
"Well, I'm going to check around and download a new firewall program. Right now."
"Shit, I don't need this. I've got enough on my mind already. Mom wants to go out to a clinic in the wilds of northern New Jersey and see a doctor there. And the whole thing makes me nervous."
"Oh Jesus, is the place called the Dorian Institute by any chance?"
"How did—?"