He had installed the update himself. It was supposed to be collaborative whiteboarding software. Screen sharing. Video conferencing. Not… this.
Ethan’s blood ran cold. "It's just a whiteboard," he said, the lie tasting like ash. MaxHub
The lines connected themselves.
Orlov was supposed to be dead. A ghost. A rumored puppet master who controlled three percent of the world's rare earth minerals. He had installed the update himself
He looked at the two men. He looked at the board. And for the first time in his career, Ethan Cross realized he wasn't the one analyzing the data. " he said