The atmosphere in the Lumora Tech auditorium that morning was much quieter than usual. Spotlights illuminated the simple stage setup for the final presentations. Several contestants sat with laptops on their laps, trying to calm themselves as they rearranged their final slides. The judges sat in the front row, their expressions still blank, as if nothing surprising had happened during the competition.
Victoria stood behind the stage, staring at her laptop screen. Her hands were cold. Not because she was nervous, but because she knew this wasn't just about an idea. It was about her self-worth. About proving that she hadn't stolen, that she hadn't cheated, that she deserved her place.
"Are you sure about the part you added about the documentation log?" Martha asked quietly, standing next t
