Chapter 470 First Showing of Sharpness
Frank grinned at the question and replied, "Nah, it's my buddy's kid. My own kid's already in elementary school. I heard you have a son too, Ms. Porter. How old is he now?"
"Six," Isolde answered automatically, but then remembered she was here for work, not chit-chat.
As a professional woman, she often faced questions about balancing family and career. These intrusive questions always seemed to put undue pressure on women, as if managing a family was solely their responsibility.
Luckily, Isolde was the boss and dismissed such questions. She rarely mentioned her family at work. Clearly, Frank was trying to build rapport quickly, but it felt a bit unprofessional.
"Mr. Bailey, even though today is just a tour, bringing a child might be a bit inconvenient. Maybe he could wait somewhere else?" she suggested politely but firmly.
At that moment, the previously shy Benjamin spoke up, "Ms. Porter, I won't be a bother. You can go ahead with the tour."
For a kid his age, who is usually lively and restless, it was rare to express himself so clearly. This made Isolde take a closer look at him.
His eyes were clear with the innocence of a child, his soft hair slightly curled, and his long eyelashes drooped slightly, making him look like a little lamb when he looked up.
For a moment, Isolde felt he looked familiar, like someone she knew. She couldn't place who it was, so she adjusted her hair and said, "Alright, if you stay quiet, you can stay."
Benjamin smiled, "Thank you, Ms. Porter."
With that, Frank and Isolde walked ahead, while Benjamin quietly followed behind. The nearby area didn't have much to see, just some drafts and design concepts.
As they walked further, Benjamin noticed that the place looked more like a lab than an office. Rows of computer screens displayed lines of code. He quickly recognized them as basic firewall codes, constantly updating to prevent hacker attacks.
Upon closer inspection, Benjamin couldn't help but think to himself that the code was full of bugs. If a real hacker came, the firewall wouldn't last half a minute.
Frank began to introduce the area, "This is our security department. Our company's firewall is second only to the national level. Ms. Porter, you can rest assured."
His tone was confident, clearly proud of the firewall. Benjamin rolled his eyes but said nothing.
As they toured, the employees continued working, the sound of typing filling the office. A man in a red and blue plaid shirt, holding a thin laptop, was lost in thought over the code, not noticing the child at his feet.
He took a step forward, feeling his knee hit something. Looking down, he saw it was a child and quickly tried to step back. The sudden movement caused him to stumble and fall, his laptop flying out of his hands and crashing to the floor, shattering into pieces.
Instantly, all eyes in the office turned to them. But soon, Benjamin helped the man up, his young voice offering comfort, "Hey, you okay?"
"I'm fine," the man, an intern, replied. He had worked hard to get an interview at the Bailey Group, and now he had embarrassed himself in front of the boss. He feared he would be fired.
Frank exchanged a look with his subordinate, both feeling a bit annoyed. This intern was old enough to be more careful, especially with guests present. Frank's expression grew stern, making the intern quickly stand up and apologize repeatedly.
Isolde, however, wasn't bothered by the incident. She pointed to the broken laptop and asked, "Is there anything important on it?"
"Oh no, my laptop!" the intern exclaimed, realizing the damage. No matter how he tried, the screen only showed a series of garbled characters.
"Send it for repair. Be more careful next time," Frank ordered, not wanting to waste time.
"But the data I've been working on all week is on there. If it's lost, the whole team's progress will be delayed," the intern pleaded.
Benjamin suddenly spoke up, "The hard drive isn't damaged. You can transfer the data to another computer."
His voice was clear enough for everyone to hear. They all turned to look at him, more surprised than when the intern fell.
"Why are you all staring? Save the data!" Benjamin said, puzzled by their reaction.
The rarity of his suggestion was like a dog speaking human words to give directions. But the real surprise was yet to come.
Benjamin stepped forward, examining the hard drive. It had a dent in the center, the protective casing broken, exposing the chip inside. Despite the damage, it was salvageable.
He carefully adjusted the chip and connected it to a nearby computer running code. A staff member quickly intervened, "Hey, kid, don't touch that!"
But Benjamin dodged, continuing his work. The others watched in stunned silence, waiting to see what he would do.
"Don't touch me. The chip is still intact. If it breaks, everything will be lost," Benjamin warned, his expression serious.
Whether it was his confidence or their trust in him, no one spoke. They all waited for the outcome.
Benjamin typed rapidly, searching the hard drive for data, locking onto it, and starting the transfer. Soon, a progress bar appeared on the screen, indicating the data was being imported.
Seeing the progress bar, Benjamin sighed in relief, "It's done."
He then resumed looking around as if nothing had happened. The room was silent for a moment before Isolde spoke up, "Young man, who taught you all this?"
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