The next morning...
The atmosphere in the IT division was quiet, with only the hum of the air conditioner and the clatter of keyboards. Melda sat at her station, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, focusing intently on the computer screen filled with lines of green code and numbers.
Her slender fingers typed commands to fix bugs in the accounting program skillfully and rhythmically. She was doing her utmost best to focus on those numbers and symbols.
However, the message from The Emperor last night still haunted her mind.
‘Go tell your boss that you want the real thing.’
"That's crazy. Who would dare say that?" Melda muttered to herself as she sat down at her desk. "If I said that, I'd definitely get fired."
The internal phone on her desk suddenly rang.
"Melda, the president wants to see
