“Just keep walking," Lana whispered, pressing a press badge into Sierra's hand.
Sierra adjusted her blazer and stepped through the towering glass doors of WestTech's shareholder symposium, now a lion's den veiled in designer suits.
The air buzzed with tension, and under the dazzling lights of the conference floor, Everett Kane took the stage.
“WestTech stands at the edge of innovation," he said, arms wide. “With our Phoenix Protocol and AI integration, we're not just shaping the future—we *are* the future."
Sierra slipped into a seat in the third row, pressing the recorder in her clutch. Her eyes never left him.
“And now," Kane continued, “I'll take questions."
Sierra stood.
Cameras pivoted. Whispers rippled.
Kane's eyes narrowed.
“Yes?" he asked.
Sierra smiled tightly. “Sierra H
