Chapter 6: The Architect of Shadows
The project waiting for me on the 40th floor was a legacy mortgage system: six hundred thousand lines of code written in a language the industry had spent fifteen years trying to phase out, running on servers that predated several of my colleagues, performing operations that the entire business depended upon. No one wanted to touch it. Everyone was afraid of what touching it might dislodge. It had become, over the years, less a piece of software than a kind of faith object — maintained through ritual and fear. Arthur dropped the architecture documents on my desk with the sound of a considerable weight being transferred from his problem to mine. "Think of it as renovation," he said, and I could see in his expression the particular relief of someone who has been holding a difficult question and has finally found someone qualified to hold it instead. "We don't need to replace it. We just need to make sure it doesn't fail us when the market gets volatile." ...