security levels of each report. On her IP Address report, FULL ACCESS was granted to only the level one security holders, LIMITED ACCESS was granted to level two and below. “A wall… . dammit!” She had the same level access as when she was a peon in a cubical. But just like that old pair of roller skates she refused to throw out from the eighth grade, she dove into her old pile of junk, aka, her hard drive, searching for buried treasure, a clue, an old report. After several minutes of digging, she found the same report entitled “Security Clearance for Reports” from over a year ago. The report of reports showed a level two for FULL ACCESS, and not a level one for the IP Address report. Between this report of old and the report of new the level access was changed by someone, good money on the “when” was placed on within the last several months. Now that would explain a lot but not the “why” or the “who”. She reached for the phone and dialed Greg’s extension knowing all too well he would answer, even though it was the weekend.
“Happy birthday, Jorja.”
“What…” and caught her off guard.
“I said happy birthday, your last year in your thirties I do believe.”
“Um… . thank you but . .”
“Come on, you really don’t need to ask that now do you? I know lots of things.”
“Yeah, I know but…”
“Listen I could tell you where you ate dinner last night and even make an educated guess as to what you had for dessert, but why did you really call?”
“Reports,” finally getting to her but.
“What about them?”
“Who has access to change their access level?”
“Well, you for starters but you know that, well only the ones you have full access to, then there’s Mike or Pete, that’s probably about it… . oh and then there’s me of course.”
“You?”
“Jorja, you should know by now I can hack my way around even the best laid CIA’s securities.”
“Which brings me to the point of this call, can you do some snooping?”
“Sure thing, name your poison but I bet it has something to do with report access.”
“I need you to find out who and when changed the access level on the IP Address report. I have one from a year ago which states a full access by level two and above, but when I run it for today it shows only level one has full access.”
“That’s strange to say the least, that report has always been level two, ever since the day I created it.”
“Then I’m taking to the expert.”
“You sure are, I’m on it, shouldn’t take long… . and by the way, home and nothing.”
“What?”
“Home and nothing, the answers to the questions where did you have dinner and what for dessert.”
“You know me so well.”
“That’s the plan.”
“Well then, thanks for my birthday greeting.”
“You’re welcome, and by the way, I have a present for you… . nothing much mind you.”
“What?”
“It’s just that I will refuse to end this conversation with a Simpson’s quote.”
“Well thank you, that was a gift from the heart, now remember, I want the answers now or eventually! Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true,” and she quickly hung up knowing all too well there was a man sitting in front of an array of monitors that was flabbergasted.
“Holy fucking shit,” he beamed. She used not one but two Homer Simpson quotes and he wondered just how long she was saving them. He had the biggest of smiles and couldn’t help but to giggle a little while he went to work, searching for the answers. He dove right away into the database searching for the journal files which contain information that has changed on the system. He didn’t find any changes pertaining to this event. He then pinpointed the main players that could change the report level, Mike, Peter, Jorja, and he omitted himself since he knew damn well he had nothing to do with it. Again he found nothing. He tried a few other
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