Digital Fortress Chapter 33

Tokugen Numataka stared out his windowpane and paced like a caged animal. He had non yet heard from his contact, North Dakota. maledict Americans No sense of punctualityHe would have called North Dakota himself, but he didnt have a surround rate for him. Numataka hated doing business this way-with someone else in control.The thought had crossed Numatakas mind from the tooth root that the calls from North Dakota could be a hoax-a Nipponese competitor playing him for the fool. Now the rare doubts were coming back. Numataka decided he needful more information.He burst from his office staff and took a left down Numatechs of import(prenominal) hallway. His employees gesticulate reverently as he stormed past times. Numataka knew better than to believe they actually love him-bowing was a courtesy Japanese employees offered even the most ruthless of bosses. Numataka went directly to the companys main switchboard. All calls were handled by a iodine operator on a Corenco 2000, twe lve-line switchboard terminal. The woman was busy but stood and bowed as Numataka entered.Sit down, he snapped.She obeyed.I received a call at four forty-five on my individualized line today. Can you tell me where it came from? Numataka kicked himself for not having done this earlier.The operator swallowed nervously. We dont have companionship identification on this machine, sir. But I can contact the phone company. Im confident(predicate) they can help.Numataka had no doubt the phone company could help. In this digital age, loneliness had become a thing of the past there was a record of everything. knell companies could tell you exactly who had called you and how long youd spoken.Do it, he commanded. Let me know what you get under ones skin out.