Tonight, however, was different. A young woman, no older than twenty-two, stood dripping on his doormat. She held a small, sleek box.
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The rain hammered against the corrugated roof of Gupta & Kumar Electronics, a sound Mr. Gupta had once found soothing. Now, it was just noise. He sat on a rickety stool behind a glass counter full of dusty capacitors, staring at the blinking cursor on his ancient desktop computer. Tonight, however, was different