Leila’s arms didn’t stop shaking until she was seated. She greeted the servers arranging bottles of water on both sides of the table. Instead of arranging the proposals, she handed them to the servers to do so. There was an ashtray beside one of the bottles of water.
Did Kelvin change his mind about coming?
Her second alarm rang, and she glanced at the projector connected to the white wall. Five more minutes for her to lose or win the approval of the sponsors. If they said no, would Kelvin still support her? For this project, she wouldn’t mind him using his advantage as the big boss of the firm.
One by one, the servers filed out, leaving Leila with her thoughts. Cold air rushed out of the air-conditioner attached to the walls, but beads of sweat still formed under her armpit.
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