Chapter 335
Chapter 335:
Emmanuel’s mood soured. He had poured years of money into this department, only to see no returns. The board members and family shareholders were already voicing their complaints more loudly with each passing day. He had placed all his hopes on the Seek project as his path to redemption, and now this devastating setback. It felt like a crushing blow to his legacy—watching it dissolve into smoke.
Deep down, Emmanuel found himself agreeing with Lance’s words. This was the worst possible time for a visit from the CEO’s wife, someone who had no understanding of artificial intelligence.
He fought to maintain his diplomatic facade. “Elliana, the department is drowning in chaos right now. This is the worst possible time for a visit. Perhaps you could return once we’ve untangled this nightmare?”
Elliana, however, turned and gracefully settled into a nearby chair, her intentions clear. “Don’t worry about me, Emmanuel. I’ll remain here in perfect silence. I won’t create any interference. Simply pretend I’ve vanished into thin air.” Original content can be found at.net
“You!” Lance’s fury bubbled to the surface, barely contained.
Emmanuel pursed his lips, frustration building. “Lance, enough. Since Elliana chooses to occupy that chair, let it be. Now stop wasting precious time. Tell me what progress has been made?”
Lance ran both hands through his disheveled hair, a man on the edge of defeat. “Nothing. Zero. This isn’t just some surface bug that can be patched with clever code. It’s a foundational flaw running through the entire structure. We should have caught it during the design phase. Now? We might have missed our window entirely.”
Emmanuel’s expression hardened into granite. “You’re telling me we’re about to destroy the project that consumed twenty billion dollars of this company’s resources and demanded five years of our blood, sweat, and dreams?”
Lance remained frozen in silence. The words simply wouldn’t come, trapped somewhere between his throat and the crushing weight of reality.
The rest of the team let their heads fall like wilted flowers, their faces drained of color, painted with the ashen hue of despair.
R𝗲𝒶𝗅 f𝑜𝓇m 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑑 ⓐt gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼𝖼𝖮𝖒
Nobody had the courage to face this devastating truth, yet it stood before them like an immovable mountain. There was no magical path to resurrection, no hidden door leading back to salvation.
Emmanuel’s palm crashed against the table with the force of thunder. “No. I refuse to entertain such surrender. I won’t tolerate this defeatist poison spreading through my team, either. Figure. It. Out.”
The silence that followed engulfed the room, thick and suffocating. Not a single soul dared to breathe, let alone respond to Emmanuel’s volcanic eruption. The atmosphere pressed down on them like lead weights, crushing all hope beneath its merciless grip.
After what felt like an eternity, Lance finally whispered, “I could try reaching out to my senior in college, Alonso Robles.”
The room seemed to snap back to life. That name electrified every nerve in the space, sending shockwaves through their collective despair.
“Alonso is one of the brightest stars in the AI development world right now. He’s woven his genius through countless major projects across the industry. Maybe he really does have the power to illuminate a path through our darkness!”
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