She grew more assured with every sentence. The slides advanced one after another, revealing renderings filled with warmth and human-centered design.
I sat in the audience, and all I felt was the absurdity of it.
Asher had handed her the work I'd poured countless sleepless nights into, and now she stood in front of everyone, speaking about "belonging" as if the word had ever meant anything to her.
None of them knew why I'd chosen that word. The Southgate parcel was a wedding gift from my grandmother to my mother. I'd grown up there.
That land carried a meaning for me that no one in this room could replicate.
Winifred's confidence swelled with every slide. Her smile stretched wider, as though the contract was already signed.
"Sanchez Group brings substantial capital, a world-class team, and the full backing of Mr. Sanchez himself. We will exceed every expectation and deliver the Southgate project flawlessly!"
She finished with a deep bow.
Applause erupted across the venue. Several investors nodded approvingly.
The host stepped forward and took the microphone, beaming.
"Thank you, Ms. Taylor, for that outstanding presentation! Now, let's hear from Mr. Sanchez."