"Mr. Hayes, the Stratosphere Networks delegation is waiting in boardroom A," the secretary said through the open door.
Richard Hayes buttoned his suit jacket, his face tense. "Thank you. Tell them I will be right there."
He turned to Quinn Harper. She was standing by his desk, holding a thick stack of printed contracts. She wore a sharp charcoal blazer, mirroring the aesthetic of Grayson Knight.
"Do you have the unit production costs?" Hayes asked.
"I have them," Quinn said. "I ran the numbers three times this morning."
"This is a critical account, Quinn," Hayes stressed, walking toward the door. "Stratosphere Networks is expanding their broadband coverage across the entire West Coast. They want to buy ten thousand of our new decentralized server chassis."
"It is a massive volume ord
