A week has passed and it was time for the official beta launch of NeuraNest!
The conference room at Horizon Strategies and Investments buzzed with a frenetic hum, like a hive on the verge of collapse.
Crystal chandeliers cast sharp light over the floors of marble, and the air carried the sharp tang of espresso and nervous sweat. Staff darted between sleek tables, adjusting banners emblazoned with 'NeuraNest: The Future of Business.'
A massive screen loomed at the front, ready to dazzle with Evan's demo, which was set to launch in hours.
Tamara Johnstone stood at the podium, her cream suit pristine, auburn hair pinned tight, her feminine poise a mask for the board's weight on her shoulders.
She continuously read through the script in her hand, one she had already memorized. She couldn't help it. She desperately needed this to be perfect.
This was her moment to lock the CEO title, to prove she deserved more than interim.
