“How long to fix?” Elif asked.
Chiara laughed. “I’ll send that junior dev to your next training session.”
Aras pulled out his laptop, connected to the server, and began drilling down into the logs. Elif stood beside him, watching. She wasn’t a coder, but she understood systems.
The logo on their own wall—a simple interlocking L and G—seemed to stare back at them. Elif made a decision.