Questions filled the ballroom. The demo had stopped, while production kept running. Staff lowered the music and kept guests away from the broken glass.
Liam gripped Chloe’s arm. “Fix it,” he hissed. “You’re the architect. Tell them what the notice means.”
Chloe stared at the plain status page. “Someone hacked us.”
Mr. Alistair, the lead investor, set down his unsigned subscription agreement. “No funds close tonight until counsel explains the ownership and suspension.”
He looked at Liam. “That is basic diligence, Mr. Dane.”
Miriam took a microphone from the audio technician. “There was no hack. The licensor suspended this demonstration under a written agreement.”
“Production and customer data are unaffected. Counsel will provide the financing parties with the notice and supporting doc
