"No," he muttered. "Not them."
"Then what?" Yaho asked. "We don't have time for miracles."
Lukas turned, eyes sharper now. "We might not. But I'll figure something out. Delay the next hardware request by 12 hours. I want to make some calls. And if we need to patch things manually to slow user load, do it."
Yaho hesitated. "It won't hold."
"It'll hold long enough," Lukas said. "Just get me that time."
Outside, the world scrolled faster than it ever had before.
And Lukas Martin had twelve hours to find twenty-four million dollars.
The walls of the Four Seasons suite remained dimly lit, with the early evening sun painting golden lines across the floor. Lukas Martin sat alone on the couch, the glowing laptop before him casting a pale blue light on his face. The screen showed an upward surge in traffic—users flooding the newly launched Facebook platform at an alarming rate.
It wasn't supposed to happen this fast.
