Natalie sat there typing on the keyboard quickly, while the people from the technical department stood aside and watched. They wanted to see this generous woman make a fool of herself.
Only one person stood there with a dull look on her face.
The woman's expression was languid, a little indifferent, but her subordinates acted very quickly; she looked like a veteran.
But in her memory, she didn't look like someone so proficient with computers.
"Stop."
"Damn. The progress bar is stuck."
A series of groans rang in Nathaniel's ears. He turned around and saw the woman still sitting there wildly, but on the computer, the progress bar that had made his company's technical staff helpless suddenly froze.
Then he helplessly watched the progress bar attack the enemy's database from 90% back to
