The CEO sat down across from the assistant, the two other n remaining silent on either side.
"So," he began, his brows furrowed, "you claim that your employer has found these vulnerabilities and wishes... to help us? What's your price?"
The assistant smiled slightly. "My employer is asking for $100,000 for this comprehensive and detailed report, which highlights all your critical vulnerabilities. For the corrections, an additional $250,000."
The CEO's eyes widened slightly. "$350,000 for everything? That's a substantial amount."
"Considering what you could lose if these vulnerabilities were exploited—millions in financial losses, not to ntion the damage to your reputation—it's a reasonable offer," the assistant replied calmly.
The Technical Director interjected. "And how can we be sure that your... employer, as you call him, won't co back with more vulnerabilities later, just to squeeze more money out of us?"
The assistant fixed his gaze on the Technical Director, unfazed. "We're professionals. We provide solutions, not traps. But, of course, it's up to you to decide whether or not to take that risk."
A tense silence settled over the room. Finally, the CEO nodded.
"We accept the terms. $100,000 for the report. But before paying for the corrections, we want to see a detailed plan of the asures your team will take."
"Naturally," the assistant replied, standing. "You'll receive the plan within 48 hours. Now, if you'll excuse , I'll relay this good news to my employer."
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After the assistant left:
The CEO turned to his subordinates. "Who are these people, exactly?"
"We have no information. But if what they've found is real, they're far more competent than our own team," replied the Technical Director.
"I want you to investigate them," the CEO ordered. "If their expertise is as legitimate as they claim, I want this team here. Pay them for this contract, but find a way to keep them long-term."
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The assistant returned to Lassen's studio in the early evening. Lassen was sprawled in his chair, a novel in hand, completely absorbed.
"Master," the assistant began, placing the phone on the table, "the contract has been signed. The company will pay $100,000 for the report, and they are awaiting a plan for the corrections, priced at $250,000."
Lassen turned a page in his book without looking up. "Perfect. And if they start asking too many questions, make sure they hit a dead end. Now leave alone, I'm at an interesting part."
The assistant gave a slight bow. "Of course, Master. As you wish."
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