Maddison's POV
"'Seventeen thousand, one hundred megapascals,'" Maddison said, as chilly as a bell. "Mr. Marcus Vance's figure is not just wrong. It's out by an order of ten."
A shocked whisper spread around the room just like a wave. Board members slumped forward, their eyes darting between the two graphs and Marcus's racing-bell-face.
"That's… can't be," Marcus stuttered, the confidence draining from his voice. "It's an error. A typo."
"A very strange error," Maddison said, her voice still icy. She reached a finger and swept it across the surface of her tablet, and a third page appeared.
"Because the figure you've used, one thousand, seven hundred and ten megapascals… that is not a random figure. It is, in fact, the same data for another material." She hesitated briefly, letting the
