Andrea
The Tech summit was a flock of bourgeois. It resembled a meeting of the rich and wealthy in the city and not actual tech enthusiasts coming together to rub minds.
I was on my second flute of champagne. Sipping slowly on it while counting down time until this bland show down was finally over when Mr. Gary Lurchman approached me. Beside him was a gray headed man, stuffed in an overpriced suit and bow tie similar to the one worn by choristers on a Sunday mass.
He opened the floor with an introduction, hinting at me with his eyes to make a good impression. “Ken, I want you to meet Andrea Adams, she's the Data Analyst of Donald Tech, and a representative on behalf of the company.”
Ken gave me a thorough stare down, accessing if I belonged to the calibre of people he wanted to be ass
