Hacking into the Federation's military network was no simple task. Although Iris was completely confident she could get in, it would still take quite some time.
And when it came to making someone eat their words, the sooner, the better.
"Iris, put hacking into the Federation's military network and investigating how many soldiers and Fourth-Generation Tactical Mecha they actually lost on hold for now. Hack into these families' networks first and check their databases for any major recent transfers of funds, probably for buying up everyday necessities on the market."
At Jonas's words, Iris stopped what she was doing and looked at him timidly, her fingers constantly rubbing the hem of her skirt. "Mr. Jonas, do you think Iris is taking too long to hack into the Federation's network? I... I'm fast! Mr. Jonas, I'm already halfway into their military network!"
She naturally assumed Jonas thought she was hacking too slowly and had simply decided to give her a different target.
The human capacity for making associations was terrifyingly powerful and seamless. Upon hearing Jonas tell her to switch targets, Iris naturally jumped to the conclusion that he thought her skills had deteriorated, followed by the all-too-familiar prospect of being left out on the streets.
To be fair, her current state was already an improvement. In the past, Iris could interpret a slight frown from Jonas, a faint downturn of his lips, or even a touch of his hair as dissatisfaction with her, then fast-forward straight to being thrown out on the streets.
In reality, it was all in her imagination. When she considered such things, she never stopped to think how likely Jonas was to throw her out of the Alt Conglomerate when she was behaving herself. Even though Jonas had told her it was fine to be a