Attention from Noah

The main thing Alice did was research her investor background. She searched for the name Daniel Andreas and a series of achievements came out, along with a photo of a 50-year-old middle-aged man who still looks young for his age. He is apparently already well-known as an angel investor and has funded many start-ups.

The girl wrote in her notebook. Make mind maps. She was used to making mind maps when she was in college to help her tell stories coherently. Presentations don't need to be many, the important thing is to be solid, clear, and structured. Even when she was still in charge, Alice did not recommend that her employees make too many slides because they tend to be boring, which is important but informative.

Alice collects the data she has. Develop a vision-mission, problems, targets, and opportunities he wants to achieve, the solutions offered, along with a marketing plan. "Al, Alice!" there was a knock on the door. "It's getting late, Alice, eat first." Noah's voice answered from outside.

"Not hungry yet."

"Have you eaten?"

"I said I'm not hungry yet means I haven't! I'm not a child, okay, I'll eat later," he retorted.

Then there was no more sound. One of the things that Alice doesn't like is that someone interrupts her while she is concentrating and focusing on work. She returned to her work. Her eyes were busy on the Macbook's thin screen and her fingers on the keyboard. Unknowingly time passed, the sound of the clock ticking against the Macbook's typing sound. They shouted at each other as if they were mocking each other as to who was the fastest. At exactly two o'clock in the morning, the pitch-decks were done. This time she had to practice and needed someone who was willing to listen and correct her appearance.

Alice stepped out of the room and felt the air was so different, like an ancient creature finally breathing free air after doing some stunts in a cave. The girl knocked on Noah's door. "Noah… Noah?" no sound. "Noah, please help me."

"Noah."

She dared to press the knob until the door opened and revealed someone was fast asleep on the bed with the body covered with a blanket. Alice bit her lip, hesitating to wake her up, she turned back around. Refused to wake her husband. But apparently, Alice's footsteps woke Noah from a dream. "What's the matter, Alice?" Noah answered hoarsely.

"Noah, please help me." Noah knew that Alice was being sweet like that it was a sign that she needed something and was flirting. "I want to pitch in front of investors tomorrow at 11 pm."

"Investors? Who?"

"There is an angel investor, his name is Daniel Andreas, he suddenly sent me an e-mail and was interested in my company."

"So?" Noah raised his right eyebrow.

"I've made a presentation, but I need an audience to see and correct my appearance."

"Oh okay."

"Yeah."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Wake up."

"Ouch but I'm so sore, Alice."

Without prompting, Alice immediately moved behind Noah and massaged his shoulders. "Which part? Here?" she asked, her fingers moving swiftly.

"It's right there, Alice. In here also." Noah touched his head. Alice took turns massaging his shoulders, neck, and head. Great massage too.

"Already? Please stop!" the girl sulked. Finally, Noah got up before making a tigress rampage. It's two in the morning, not a good choice for a fight. "You wait here, okay?" She pointed to the middle seat. "I want to change clothes."

"Why change clothes?"

"Well, prepare, Noah. You look at my appearance too."

"Okay."

Thirty minutes Noah waited in the living room until Alice finally appeared wearing a frilled beige shirt with a gray coat, knee-length skirt, and stilettos. "How do I look?"

"Good." Noah raised his thumb.

"Is that all?"

"What should I do?"

"Yes, you see and listen to my presentation." Alice calmed down as she placed the Macbook on the table. This time she acted exactly like a lecturer teaching students. Even though Noah was still sleepy, this time he was willing to hold back his sleep to appreciate his wife's hard work. He listened to Alice make a straightforward presentation. Noah could see how passionate Alice was in her field, from the way she explained, the gestures, and the gleam in her eyes. For a moment, Noah seemed taken aback. His drowsiness is now truly crisscrossing the world and next is focused on the girl standing in front of him.

Noah leaned forward to take a closer look. Alice has even devised a way to promote the business of her brand. If Noah had been an investor, of course, he would have been interested in the first five minutes without having to wait for Alice to finish the presentation.

"How, Noah?"

"It's good, the way of storytelling is okay, it doesn't make you bored. The points are also traceable and clear enough."

Alice's smile was wide offended.

"But, Alice, have you researched which investors you are dealing with? How's the track record? There are many cases where investors brain rape."

"What is that?"

"Many nosy investors use pitching as an opportunity to invite potential funders and steal fresh ideas from them or just come up with solutions."

"No, I have researched who I am dealing with, he has funded many startups. There's no way his brain is that dirty."

"Who knows, right, Alice?"

"I'm not that stupid, Noah." Alice was a little offended. "Yeah, just go back to sleep, thank you for wanting to be my audience for fifteen minutes."

"Forty-five minutes, thirty minutes to wait for you to change," the man corrected. "Yeah, you're resting."

"No. I still want to practice more."

"Just continue tomorrow, Alice. Did you meet him in the afternoon?"

"Yeah, it's impossible to sleep, Noah."

Noah approved, again unable to dodge, and finally chose to enter his room. Leaving Alice, who this time was busy presenting without an audience.

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Even when Noah woke up and got ready for work, he still saw Alice busy in the living room staring at her Macbook screen. Noah headed to the kitchen. Make cereal because there is not enough time to cook breakfast. "Alice, still not sleeping?"

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To be continued . . .