l linen filling her nose. Sunlight streamed throug

a stout man in his late forties, with a kind face etched with worry

round. "You were out for twelve ho

Her head throbbed, but her mind fe

s spreading through the networks like wildfire. Food banks on the West Coast are already us

sion turning grim. "B

nd and handed it to her. The screen sho

nounces Lavish 'Innovation Gala'

st the industry's greatest talent, Liam was throwing an extravagant party. The guest list was exclusive, the champagne

laced with disgust. "While people out there are going hungry, h

ot from the hallway, but from the adjoining door t

alarmed. "Ho

oor," Ava said calmly, getting ou

grew louder,

! Open this door!" Liam's vo

ease. Mr. Thorne is very upset. The board is putting immense

as C

re, his face a mask of rage. Chloe stood slightly behi

ing into her suite without an invitation. "My stock is down

d to do that?" Ava as

ith me and Chloe, and you are going to announce that your little 'tour' was a negotiation tacti

va said

his eyes landing on the whiteboard covered in he

mplex equation. "All your little side projects? It would be a shame if somet

eatening to destroy her work, her

g to his side. She placed a hand

loyees at Titan whose jobs are on the line because of the stock drop. Can't you just d

frame Liam as a victim of pressure, and use the

of Mark, of the food banks, of the promise she'd made in her dream. She c

oice. She had to sacrifice a piec

, she began to write out the basic algorithm for a predictive sentiment analysis engine. I

it to him on a

a gift. For Chloe. A welcome present f

ll analyze social media and news feeds to predict public opinion.

e him, her eyes e

ering his eyes. He recognized the genius of it in

a good start. I'll ha

ng to the gala tonight. You will be at my tabl

onnecting door shut, the sound of the lock clicking into

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