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Cade snapped out of his fixation about the use of the word emergency and picked up the phone. What did they want him to do about some server going haywire on the seventeenth floor? He’d never been called to go to seventeen, ever.
“Cade Williams,” he said into the phone.
“Williams? This is Johnston. I have a real situation here. Drop what you’re doing and get up here.”
“Yes, sir. Ah, sir?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll meet you at the elevator on sixteen, and I’ll bring you up. Time to earn your pay, boy.”
Cade hadn’t even gone to the bathroom yet. Well, this was shaping up to be a fun day. And by “fun” he meant “giant pain in the ass.”
“They better have coffee on seventeen,” Cade said as he stood up.
“SEVENTEEN?!” came the retort from Whitmore. “Come on, man. You and I both know there is n
