Digital Fortress Chapter 33

Tokugen Numataka stared out his window and paced identical a caged animal. He had not yet heard from his contact, northeasterly Dakota. crap Americans No sense of punctualityHe would have called North Dakota himself, except he didnt have a phone number for him. Numataka hated doing business line this way-with someone else in control.The thought had crossed Numatakas mind from the beginning that the calls from North Dakota could be a hoax-a Japanese competitor playing him for the fool. Now the octogenarian doubts were coming back. Numataka decided he needed more information.He crack from his office and took a left down Numatechs master(prenominal) hallway. His employees bowed reverently as he stormed past. Numataka knew better than to believe they actually loved 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 single operator on a Corenco 2000, twelve-line switchboard terminal. The woman was busy but stood and bowed as Numataka entered. stick down, he snapped.She obeyed.I received a call at cardinal forty-five on my personal 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 caller identification on this machine, sir. only if I can contact the phone company. Im sure they can help.Numataka had no doubt the phone company could help. In this digital age, privacy had expire a thing of the past there was a record of everything. forebode companies could tell you exactly who had called you and how long youd spoken.Do it, he commanded. Let me populate what you find out.