Jason leaned against the wall near the seating area, phone pressed to his ear. From there, he could see part of the nurses station, enough to catch movement and hear faint chatter, but most of it was obscured by counters and passing staff.
“…The competitor is trying to fast-track their prototype. If we don’t adjust, they might beat us to the FDA approval window,” Ethan was saying through the phone.
Jason stayed silent, flipping a gold-plated lighter between his fingers. He’d been ignoring the subtle digs at his company—the quiet inquiries, the suspicious market movements—for a while now. Timing mattered; move too fast and you give them the upper hand. Move too slow and you get swallowed.
Who was to say they weren't trying to make him rush forward and blow everything up?
He already ha
