Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose, staring at the numbers on his screen like they personally offended him.
190,300 registrations.
He refreshed.
190,892.
Another refresh.
196,215.
His stomach dropped. "Oh, come on," he muttered.
His phone vibrated on the table, and he snatched it up, answering without looking.
"You seeing this?" Zack's voice crackled through the speaker.
He sounded just as exhausted as Ethan felt.
"Yeah," Ethan groaned, rubbing his temple. "We're screwed, man. How the hell are we supposed to process over 190,000 people?"
Zack let out a tired laugh. "You think that's bad? I checked the analytics. We've got another 40,000 people sitting on the payment screen."
Ethan exhaled sharply. "Bro, this site's about to go up in flames."
Zack sighed on the other end. "Yeah. If this keeps up, it might actually crash."