The conference room fell silent—quiet enough that you could hear the hum of the projector. Ivy turned as white as a sheet. Claire stood there, her mouth hanging open. Viola slowly closed the document she was reading. The director adjusted his glasses, flipped through the screenshots on my flash drive, and studied them for a full five minutes.
Then he looked up at me, and then at the other three. "Ivy, Claire, Viola, do you have anything to say for yourselves?"
Ivy's lips moved, her eyes rimmed with red. "Ryan... we... we really don't have the technical capability..." Her voice trailed off until it was barely a whisper.
The director didn't respond; he closed the file. "Tessa, take your seat." He turned to the others. "Ivy, Claire, Viola, come to my office after the meeting." He scribbled
