Victor scheduled a factory demo and arrived with a “technical advisor” who asked oddly specific questions. The man wanted to know how Lattice verified its updates and who approved releases. Mara felt her throat tighten. Those were control questions, not ones just out of curiosity.
During a break, Mara returned to the demo table and saw the advisor angling his phone toward a whiteboard sketch. She stepped in front of the lens and smiled politely. “No photos, please,” she said. His hand jerked back like a child caught stealing.