Corporate Training and Chaos

Elara's lips twitched, clearly hearing the System as well. She whispered, "You'll do great. Even the System knows it."

Amara raised an eyebrow, her skepticism palpable. "Oh, yeah? Since when has that snarky pile of code ever been a cheerleader?"

[Cheerleader? Hardly. I'm just here to ensure the world doesn't collapse under your questionable decision-making.]

Elara stifled a giggle behind her hand, earning a glare from Amara. "See? Even now, it's setting me up to fail," Amara grumbled.

Helena, blissfully unaware of the mental banter taking place, clapped her hands. "Well, this calls for a celebration. Champagne brunch, perhaps? Or maybe a quick mani-pedi session before your big CEO debut?"

"Mom, I don't think getting my nails done is going to prepare me to run a media empire," Amara deadpanned.

Helena gave her a mock pout. "Darling, confidence starts at the fingertips. Besides, chipped polish is bad PR."