Zane.
“All of the videos have been taken down, sir.” The computer expert I had flown in from Japan, said to me, bowing slightly as he stood in front of my work desk.
“Good.” I nodded, steepling my fingers. “How about the ones that have been saved in devices? Shared to other, more elusive and guarded sites?”
He straightened his shoulders, with the air of someone who knew exactly what his job was.
“My program overrides even device circuits and corrupts any file that holds the videos. If the videos have been shared into multiple parts of the board, the entire circuit is fried and the device fried. Either way, it would be like it was never there.”
I nodded. “Good. Clara will complete the rest of the deal, along with bonuses, for a fast bad efficient work.”
He smiled, “Of course. A pleas
