Chapter 8 - The Paperwork TrapBrennan laughed dismissively, playing to the wealthy audience. "This is absurd! Marcus Gray was a low-level assistant who was fired for incompetence years ago. He has no proof, no patents, and no standing!"
"I didn't have proof eight years ago," Marcus said calmly, pulling a worn, yellowed notebook from inside his suit jacket. "But I kept my original, hand-drawn calculations, dated and notarized six months before Titan Marine filed your patent."
He tapped a button on Victoria's media control console. The screens around the deck lit up with digital scans of Marcus’s original notebooks, displaying unique mathematical equations that perfectly matched the core source code of Brennan’s flagship technology.
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"Notice the proprietary algorithm on line forty-two," Marcus explained to the crowd of engineers and investors. "There's a mathematical typo in the registered patent—a typo only the original author would recognize because I corrected it in my private logs."
The crowd erupted into murmurs. Several key investors immediately pulled their phones out.
