Cold

Lucien Frost stared at the three people standing in front of his desk with their heads bowed, waiting for them to answer. When none of them dared to speak, he clenched his hand and threw the file on his table at their feet, his pateince at an end.

"Is this what you are being paid to do? Or do you think that because zeros have no value, you can add them anywhere. Can you imagine the lossed we would have to incur if this is the quotation we presented to the governement and they accepted? Billions! The least you all can do is double-check what has been written before sending it to my office for finalization! Tell me, can you three afford this difference in amount if I sign these papers and submit them now?"