"Beep beep…"
"Beep roar…"
In the vast, silver-grey hall, dozens of men and women were burying their heads in their keyboards as data streamed across their screens like a flood.
Occasionally, someone would stand up to pour themselves a cup of coffee or glass of wine, sitting at the bar at the far end to savor it finely.
But there wasn't the slightest hint of a relaxed mood; instead, their brows were tightly furrowed…
Even if they took time out to relax, their brains were still racing, pondering over the problems they couldn't understand.
"Manager, there's a situation."
Suddenly, a slender, spectacled woman in her late twenties stood up, hurried a few steps, and knocked on the door of an office to the side.
"Go ahead, what's the matter?"
The manager, with thinning hair, swiveled his chair without looking up, placed the document in his hands onto the desk, and asked.
"Client number 3001's life wave pattern has ceased to spread, he's most likely dead without any accidents."
