Chapter 240:

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A piercing red alarm shrieked through the control room. The system’s back-end buffer overloaded instantly, and critical crash alerts flashed across every monitor.

Mr. Shaw went pale. Blake’s expression turned thunderous as he whipped his head around, eyes blazing with fury at both the system failure and Dayna’s incompetent intervention.

The control room fell into a dead silence, broken only by the screaming alarm.

I watched the collapse with complete, detached composure. The technician’s panicked execution of Dayna’s generic suggestion had crashed the entire back end, bathing every display in red emergency alerts. Mr. Shaw stood frozen in apologetic embarrassment, while Blake stared at the central console in dark, suffocating frustration.

As Senior Managing Partner at Nexus Analytics, I could see the lesson plainly: Dayna’s superficial broadcast commentary had triggered a complete platform failure, proving that high-level data architecture demands genuine mathematical mastery, not public posturing.

Casey tapped his stylus against my tablet and leaned in with a quiet, triumphant whisper. “Your diagnostic assessment was spot-on, Corinne. Dayna tried to show off with generic corporate jargon, and she crashed their primary buffer in front of the entire technical team.”

“When someone tries to direct a system they don’t understand, Casey, failure is mathematically inevitable,” I replied evenly. “We let the data speak for itself.”

Corinne POV

The alarm reverberated through the Titans’ analysis suite as red code cascaded across the central display wall. Dayna Nixon sat frozen at the brand console, her face pale, looking toward Blake in silent panic.

Blake’s jaw was clenched, his dark eyes cold with suppressed fury at the system failure. He barked into his headset, “Tech team, bring the secondary backup server online immediately!”

Mr. Shaw wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice edged with panic. “Captain Carlisle, rebooting the backup server will wipe the last fifteen minutes of high-frequency physiological data! The entire integration test will be ruined!”

𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴.𝘤𝘰𝘮

I sat calmly at my terminal, my expression as still and unreadable as a lake.

Casey leaned closer and whispered dryly, “That’s what happens when a broadcast consultant gives technical orders on an enterprise platform. Let them figure it out.”

I was about to close my laptop when Blake’s voice cut across the room with sharp, desperate authority.

“Ms. Sargent.”

He had addressed me formally. His gaze held a complex mix of suppressed frustration, reluctant appeal, and an undeniable acknowledgment of my technical superiority.

I lifted my eyes calmly and met his gaze without a flicker of emotion.

Blake took a deep breath, swallowing his pride as he forced out the words. “Can Nexus resolve this buffer crash without losing the data?”

Dayna stared at him in sheer disbelief, unable to fathom that he was turning to me for rescue.

I didn’t reply. I simply rose to my feet, keeping my weight balanced to spare my recovering ankle, my pace deliberate and my expression serene. The young technician who had triggered the error scrambled out of his chair at once.

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