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The conference room was so still when I finally stood up. Everyone's eyes hit me like I'd just pulled a gun out of my pocket instead of offering to save the day. Dad's face was still red from yelling at Si-woo, but now it had this weird hopeful twitch, like maybe his disappointment had a backup plan after all. The client, Mr. Expensive Watch was halfway out the door, briefcase already clicking shut like a judge's gavel. His two assistants hovered behind him, looking ready to bolt.
I didn't rush. I stood there for a second and let the room settle. Chairs scraped softly. Someone coughed. The projector made some noise like it was tired of everyone. Then I walked to the front slowly , like I owned the space. Every step felt loud on the floor and I was feeling like Merlin. People turned their heads to follow me. A few of the interns whispered to each other, confused. One of them actually leaned forward like they didn't want to miss what would happen next.
