The boardroom on the forty-seventh floor was long and glass-walled, the city visible on two sides, a table that sat twelve with chairs that cost more than most people's rent.
Diana had it set with water, coffee, and nothing else. Just a room and enough chairs.
Ryan arrived first with the team at 9:50, ten minutes early.
They settled around one end of the table — Danny and Iralis beside each other, laptops open, the technical overview printed and stacked in front of them.
Liam across from them with his competitor analysis. Mike at the near end, the only one without a laptop, which was deliberate. Sophie at Ryan's right with the design mockups loaded and ready on her screen.
Ryan looked at them.
"Same as the presentation Saturday," he said. "Except she's going to push harder than I did."
"How much harder," Mike asked.
"Enough it'll matters greatly how you respond, not just what you say."
Iralis adjusted her printed notes by a small degree and said nothing.
