Reluctantly, they nodded.
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty.
Nothing.
Dallas returned, and the look on his face said it all.
“Sir,” he whispered in my ear, “someone’s tampered with the software. They disabled key files. It wasn’t an internal glitch.”
My jaw clenched. “Who?”
“We’re still checking logs, but… it looks intentional.”
I looked back at the table. The representatives were gathering their briefcases and standing up.
“Gentlemen, please,” I said, desperate now. “Give me until tomorrow. I promise I’ll have this fixed.”
One of them raised a brow. “You expect us to delay international schedules because your system is unprepared?”
“Unprepared? No,” I shook my head. “Sabotaged.”
Their expressions shifted slightly—but not with sympathy. Disappointment. Annoyance.
“Mr. Julius,” th
