Hank was feeling a bit rattled, but he quickly pulled himself together. After giving Joseph a polite nod, he turned to Dane and said, "Dr. Ray, you wanted to see me?"
Dane pointed to the couch, exuding authority without even trying. "Have a seat."
Hank muttered a quick acknowledgment and walked over to the couch. He sat down, clasping his hands on his knees, his back straight as an arrow.
"So what's the deal with your department and Prestige University? Why's there been a mix-up with Mr. Joseph?" Dane asked directly, his voice as calm and steady as ever.
Hank was in the dark about Joseph's current mood and what he might have told Dane. But one thing was clear: this was serious, and if he didn't explain properly, things could get messy.
After a moment's thought, Hank stood up again and lowered his head slightly. "I'm sorry, Dr. Ray. I didn't think this would make its way to you. I got so caught up in negotiating the deal that I overlooked keeping in touch with Prestige University, which led to this misunderstanding with Mr. Joseph."
Joseph, hearing Hank's vague attempt at an explanation, thought to himself that Hank was indeed clever, always knowing the right thing to say.
But if Hank thought he could just sweep this under the rug, Joseph wasn't about to let that happen easily.
Joseph intertwined his fingers and sighed, "Actually, I should take some of the blame here. When I first found out about the artificial life system being patented by Prestige University, I should've made sure you knew, Hank. That way, Prestige wouldn't have jumped to the conclusion that your Tech Center was trying to swipe their work. I'm really sorry for that."
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