“Don’t worry,” said Leo, the shop’s part-time delivery driver, leaning over her shoulder. “Just Google it. ‘What is the default username and password for ZKTeco?’”

Maya stared at the blinking red light on the biometric reader. The small ZKTeco device was mounted on the wall beside the glass door of "Bloom & Co.," a small flower shop she’d just been hired to manage.

Her heart sank. “Tried that.”