The Ninety-Minute Reversal

Zhao sneered. “That proves a process error, not deliberate action.” “Correct. I haven't accused anyone.” Lin opened the quota record. “But at 11:41 last night, someone used your hardware key to approve this container. Access control places you in Server Zone B at 11:39. If the key was stolen, call the police now.” Color drained from Zhao's face. “Director Wei told me to lend it temporarily.” The room froze. Wei sprang up. “What nonsense are you talking about?” An email arrived. Zhao had sent it after Lin requested written instructions: Rerun the current batch and overwrite historical cache. Zhao had apparently believed the problem contained and created paperwork to protect himself. Lin projected it on the wall. [CURRENT SUPPORT: 7/9.]