"The extra money for the thicker cable isn't an expense," he said. "It's insurance against this meeting."
He looked out over the weaving floor below. Looms were silent. Workers stood idle.
"No, ma'am," Arjun said quietly. "It got hot. Then hotter. The insulation softened, shorted against the conduit, and the arc did the rest."
Mrs. Nair almost smiled. "And what do you say?"
