John casually asked:
"Can you share anything about this job? Uh, if it's a trade secret... just pretend I didn't ask."
Eden poured a cup of coffee at the self-service bar, emotionless, and said indifferently:
"Plato has collaborated on a project with Gaia Cells, a big one. They're claiming internally that it's an epoch-making technology."
Whenever he talked about the company, he was always dismissive, seemingly disdainful of corporate giants.
"The cyber-psychosis attack on the warehouse a couple of days ago wasn't a simple robbery. The out-of-control lunatic is linked to this technology. Now, both Plato and Gaia Cells are recovering stolen goods and covering up incidents."
"Is it that serious?"
