Ram Scott's countenance shifted imperceptibly, his dissatisfaction apparent as he slammed in a reprimanding tone, "Pray to tell, what ails you that you failed to even grace the door with a knock?"
Odeen, devoid of any inclination to announce his presence, promptly relayed his report with palpable anxiety, "Boss, there exists an overt irregularity within the data transmitted back on the 2nd. I implore you to peruse it with utmost urgency."
What!
Could it indeed be so??
Ram Scott's visage underwent a slight transformation, hastening him to power on the computer that adorned his desk. Engaging in a flurry of keystrokes, he swiftly beheld the data received from the colossal No. 2 crocodile.
Suddenly, a flicker of concern danced across his countenance.
