I arch an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “Oh? Are you suggesting I’m more connected than you? That I can actually influence a corporation? You always boast about your family connections so are you now saying I’m better?”
His lips twitch, anger flashing in his eyes. “It’s not over until the last day, Evans.”
“Not over, sure,” I shoot back, stepping closer with my chin high. “But I’ll still win. Like Langley said, my idea solves a problem, not just enriches billionaires. Anybody can afford my product once it’s done. You? Your submission was probably some ridiculous, expensive tech that only the ultra-rich could ever use.”
His eyes darken further. “Life isn’t a fairytale, Evans. Don’t get your hopes up. You need money to build your product, and last I checked, you’re not exactly rich. Or… are
