“This is going to throw off all projections for completion!” Sariel yelled as he pounced from his chair.

“The new numbers require a substantial adjustment.” Uriel responded as he flipped hurriedly between two stacks of parchment spread evenly on the smooth slab of table. “We’re going to take a hit on productions and I’m assuming there will be a significant need for overtime.” 

“Overtime?” Sariel moaned and slumped, defeatedly, back into the seat.

“The designs appear quite complex.” Raphael was addressing Gabriel. “After only a brief review, I counted a dozen potential errors in the liver alone.”

“Raphael,” Gabriel replied, “I hardly believe that Father would submit a design with such an obvious flaw.”...

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