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Dante’s POV

"So, as you can see on slide four, Mr. Galante.” A junior developer named Kevin said. His hand trembled so badly that the red dot of his laser pointer was dancing across the projection screen. "If we proceed with the integration of the new firewall protocols, we might experience a latency of... um... exactly 0.4 seconds across the European servers."

Kevin swallowed hard, looking like a man waiting for bullets. The three senior executives sitting around the table collectively held th
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