The call from the Public Procurement Office was short.
They required the company to submit a written explanation by the next morning, explaining why a personal patent had been presented as company-developed technology.
After hanging up, Victor looked at me first.
"Sienna, you're coming with me tomorrow."
I slung my bag over my shoulder.
"I'm not going."
Chloe immediately shouted, "What gives you the right not to go? The patent is yours. How are we supposed to explain it if you don't go?"
I looked at her.
"Explain what? Explain how an elite-university graduate wrote an unlicensed algorithm as company-developed technology?"
Her face flushed red, and she choked on the words.
Victor clenched his teeth.
"Name your price."
The people outside the conference room hadn't left. When they
