Today's OneWord: Incomplete

The data that had been processed in the past two weeks was, in fact, incomplete, and Rose was growing frustrated by it. If everything had gone according to plan, the code would be finished, and the next step of her plan would be underway. But as it was, of course, she had to do everything herself.

She pulled up a chair and opened up the laptop, only to recoil as sparks seemed to fly from the screen. She wondered if it was an optical illusion due to the lighting, but nothing was ever that simple in her office.