Scott, watching from the doorway, his face gray with exhaustion but his eyes lit with triumph, whispered to himself: "We just taught an IBM suit to trust a pixel."
He was supposed to deliver a miracle by morning.
Scott’s boss, a brash, sweat-slicked visionary named Tandy Trower, burst through the door. "The IBM guys are here in six hours," he said, shaking coffee from his sleeve. "They don’t believe it works. They think it’s vaporware. We need to show them the control panel —the first real Windows app. Something they can touch."