Special Assistant Crawford halted his steps, furious.
"You..."
Johnny Thompson shrank his neck, tears streaming.
"My son and wife are in his hands, President Miller, I can't let them die... I'm just a regular employee, willing to serve the company with my skills, but I can't risk my wife and child's lives for the company... I feel so wronged, why does it have to be me..."
Travis Miller remained silent for a long time, Special Assistant Crawford watched his expression cautiously, yet at this moment he appeared calm, with no waves or ripples, frighteningly composed.
"If we redo it, how long will it take?"
Johnny Thompson shrank his neck and thought for a moment, "It's a six-month project, the fastest would still take two months."
Travis Miller closed his eyes.
Next month's wedding...
No time left.
"Go find Felix Fairfax, see if he has any backups."
