Genius Triplets, Hacking Daddy

Six years after giving birth to the triplets, my phone buzzed with an encrypted message.

It was from my eldest son, Henry, code-named H. He’s only six years old.

“Mom, Dad’s company system is a joke. It only took me forty minutes to break in.”

Before I could reply, a message from my second son popped up.

“Mommy, I’ve redirected all the security feeds to their boardroom’s main screen. Right now, it’s playing that clip from last year where he called you 'just an ordinary woman.'”

Finally, my