Chapter 10: Fifteen Minutes to Disaster
A bolt was loose.
Not just slightly misaligned. Not just a minor mistake.
It wasn't fully connected.
I could see it clear as day, standing out like a flashing red warning light thanks to my skills. A single bolt out of place in the wrong section of the framework. With the amount of weight already pressing down on the bridge, it was only a matter of time before the entire section buckled.
Under normal circumstances, I would've immediately raised the alarm. This wasn't just some minor inconvenience—this was a critical failure point. A mistake like this could cause massive structural instability, delaying the project by days, maybe weeks.
But this time, I didn't say a word.
Because the one who made the mistake was Nathan.
I sensed my heartbeat accelerate—not from fear, but from excitement.
After seven years of tolerating his arrogance, his relentless power moves, and his tendency to make my life and other low-ranking colleagues' lives unbearable, he had ultimately made a mistake. And it wasn't merely a mistake—it was the mistake.
The kind that could ruin him.
If this failure was traced back to Nathan, he wouldn't just get a slap on the wrist. His rank, his reputation, his future opportunities—all of it would take a hit. He wouldn't be untouchable anymore. And when someone at the top loses their footing, the fall is brutal.