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Cade tried to ignore the approaching footsteps, not wanting to look suspicious. It was William Macy and his intimidating glare. Cade knew he was about to receive a speech.
“Williams, you have one job here. And that’s to make sure my servers stay up. I want you monitoring things closely. This is the federal zone, and what we do here is important. Oh, and one other thing. Today at three p.m. I’ve got an e-mail job going out. It’s top priority. It’s to receive priority bandwidth across the system, you understand me?”
“Yes, sir. Ah, sir, I just, ah, I don’t know, well”—Cade stumbled to find the words—“I don’t know what to call you, sir.”
William Macy’s perfect Windsor knot looked like it would choke him.
“I’m no one.” He began to walk off. “I’m a ghost, that’s all you need to know.”
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