THE THIRD MEETING

JESSEL TINGS POV

I walked into the sleek, modern conference room of the Automobile offices in Utah, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city, but my attention was solely focused on the man seated at the head of the polished glass table. Sean Edins, the President of the Automobile Industry in Utah, the man who had rejected me citing the reasons to be the fact that I was Armand's brother. I was about to present the new AI algorithm that I had poured my heart and soul into.

He looked up from the documents in front of him, his gaze meeting mine with a calm, assessing quality that made me catch my breath. There was an ease to his presence, a quiet confidence that commanded respect. "Ms. Jessel," he said, his voice smooth and authoritative. "Please, have a seat."