Digital Fortress Chapter 33

Tokugen Numataka stared out his windowpane and paced like a caged animal. He had non yet heard from his contact, North Dakota. infernal Americans No sense of punctualityHe would have called North Dakota himself, but he didnt have a holler way out for him. Numataka hated doing business this way-with someone else in control.The thought had crossed Numatakas mind from the source that the calls from North Dakota could be a hoax-a Japanese competitor playing him for the fool. Now the experient doubts were coming back. Numataka decided he essential more information.He burst from his office and took a left down Numatechs primary(prenominal) hallway. His employees arciform reverently as he stormed past tense. Numataka knew better than to believe they actually love him-bowing was a courtesy Japanese employees offered thus far the most ruthless of bosses. Numataka went directly to the companys main patchboard. All calls were handled by a one operator on a Corenco 2000, twelve-li ne switchboard terminal. The woman was busy but stood and bowed as Numataka entered.Sit down, he snapped.She obeyed.I received a call at four forty-five on my personal line today. Can you tell me where it came from? Numataka kicked himself for non having done this earlier.The operator swallowed nervously. We dont have caller-out identification on this machine, sir. But I can contact the phone company. Im authentic they can help.Numataka had no doubt the phone company could help. In this digital age, privacy had become a thing of the past there was a record of everything. band companies could tell you exactly who had called you and how long youd spoken.Do it, he commanded. Let me know what you consider out.