The folding card table wobbled dangerously as Toby dropped a massive, beige desktop computer monitor onto it. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, looking around the cavernous, twenty-thousand-square-foot Sunnyvale warehouse. It was entirely empty, save for the single table, two plastic chairs, and a tangled extension cord running to a wall outlet fifty feet away.
"This is ridiculous," Toby muttered, plugging the thick power cable into the back of the tower. "We have almost four hundred thousand dollars in liquid cash, and we are working on a table I found near a dumpster behind a Denny's."
"The table is functional, Toby," Grayson Knight replied. He was sitting in one of the plastic chairs, his charcoal suit jacket draped over the back. He looked entirely unfazed by the dust and t
