Laila’s POV
The networking mixer had a presentation component as part of the event, so I worked hard that night to finish preparing a kind of promotional slideshow for my company. The presentation also included some plans for various types of companies I knew would be in attendance, so the potential collaborators could see how my company could best benefit them.
The presentation seemed cohesive. Even though I had done it in a hurry, I was proud of how it was.
I couldn’t let Sheila get into my head and mess me up. I knew I was good at this job. Yes, I wasn’t the original Vanessa Harper, who had founded this company, but over the years I had learned how to fill her shoes.
I was good at this job, I just had to prove it to everyone else.
After saying goodbye to Ava, I headed to the ho
