_Zarelle’s POV_
Some parents might be reluctant to waste money on a useless toy, but most would be willing to fork out tens of thousands of dollars for a robot that offered round-the-clock care as well as emotional support.
Besides, Pitchy had the advantage of appealing to families who couldn’t keep a real pet due to allergies. Tastes varied, of course. Maybe Ryan was onto something when he mentioned the Transformers.
I typed away on my phone, composing a quick email to my assistant. If the Ravere project took off, Feymere Corp stood to gain a huge slice of the lucrative smart healthcare market.
I looked up after I was done with the email. More than twenty minutes had passed. Ryan was still in his bedroom. I rose, walked over and knocked on the door.
“Let’s go! Chop chop!”
