"The numbers look fantastic, Harper," Richard Hayes said, tapping his gold pen against a printed spreadsheet. "We are churning out three hundred chassis units a shift. The factory floor hasn't moved this fast in a decade."
Quinn Harper stood perfectly still in front of his massive desk. "The overtime budget is elevated, sir, but the Stratosphere profit margin covers it easily. We are well ahead of the standard production curve."
"Elias Grant called me this morning," Hayes grinned, leaning back in his chair. "He wanted to verify our production speed. He sounded nervous. I told him we are running twenty-four hours a day. I think he finally realized he cannot bully Meridian Systems."
"He realized you hold the leverage, Mr. Hayes," Quinn said smoothly.
"We hold the leverage because you ide
