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doesn’t feel right when I go into the file. This is a really important account, and I want to be sure nothing goes wrong. Do you think any of their techno-geeks could have hacked in?”
    Dylan sat forward and thought about Tony’s words. “I can’t imagine why they would do that. Hyperfōn and all of our other clients are becoming part of Mantric, and there will probably be a lot more people with access. I’ve confirmed with Art that you’re the primary and Matt the secondary on that account, and he’s agreed you two are the best ones to handle it because of your experience and your relationship with Joe Ferrano.”
    Tony sat back and nodded. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I guess I’m just anxious about this whole thing. It’s pretty important to all of us.”
    â€œThanks for asking about this, Tony, but I really don’t think we need to worry.”
    He smiled and left the room. Dylan sat back and wondered.

Chapter 5
    March 5, 8:30 a.m. New York
    It was an unusually warm day for early March in Manhattan. People were dressed more for spring than for winter, bringing a smile to Dylan’s face as he walked through the maze of high-rise buildings.
    Mantric’s New York headquarters occupied five floors of a forty-six-story green glass skyscraper located in downtown Manhattan on West 19th Street, not far from the Hudson River. The company shared the building with an assortment of financial services and management consulting firms. With its modern design, sleek furnishings, and river views, it made MobiCelus’s Boston office look like little more than the run-down factory it was.
    Gossipy stories about the firm’s beginnings were the talk of the technology world. CEO Art Williams had pitched Mantric’s first deal to a major global insurance firm. Although everything Art described was essentially hypothetical, the insurance firm bit anyway, heady at the thought of the money to be made in the “clouds,” so to speak, and in thirty days he had assembled a staff of nearly 500 low-cost Indian software engineers to launch the project. True to form, Williams also hired a publicist to play up the win and the enormous cost reductions the insurance firm would realize. It worked, and Mantric’s phones rang off the hook.
    Now, the firm had grown to some 10,000 employees around the world, including India and China. But the two-year-old company had a mixed reputation. Its innovative new client solutions, incorporating technologies such as cloud computing, made it a business media darling by leveraging low-cost labor to achieve huge savings for clients and equally huge profits for Mantric. But liberal politicians and the public media lambasted the firm for shipping thousands of U.S. jobs overseas and for incorporating itself in tax-friendly Bermuda. Nevertheless, its success was real and its IPO imminent.
    Dylan stepped into the elevator. The doors closed behind him, and the voice sensor blinked in acknowledgement as he announced, “Twenty-fifth floor.” He smiled, remembering his bewilderment the first time he rode this elevator. Had another passenger not entered directly behind him, it could have been embarrassing as he searched for a way to make it rise.
    The elevator glided smoothly up to the twenty-fifth floor, and when the doors opened, Dylan stepped into the reception area: a virtual shrine to the very latest technological marvels—from a 3-D high-definition screen that occupied nearly an entire wall to a voice-activated computer consisting of nothing more than a razor-thin flat HD panel.
    Stenciled on the wall across from the reception desk were famous quotes from visionaries like Gordon Moore, the Intel cofounder who, back in 1965, stated his famous law that the number of transistors that could be placed on an integrated circuit or chip would double approximately every two years while the cost of a given amount of computing power