I pushed open the conference room door, files clutched in hand, and saw that the whole room was already full.
Right now, Westlyn is sitting in the CEO's seat.
When she spotted me, she smiled. "Since everyone's here, let's get started. Does everyone remember? Ten years ago, when my father passed away, his will clearly stated that only the person who develops a high-sensitivity robot can inherit this company...
"...today, I've successfully developed a high-sensitivity robot. I couldn't have developed this high-sensitivity robot without my husband's help. Now, let me invite my husband Declan to come give you all a detailed introduction to the high-sensitivity robot." The words left her mouth.
Declan walked in, sharp and polished in a crisp black suit.
He pulled up the presentation slides
