“Fine,” I mutter. She’s relentless, and we both know she’ll keep poking me until I give her some kind of verbal response.
Leila claps her hands together. “Alrighty! Let’s get down to business then. Tell me about the software.”
I launch into the spiel. “The firewall security system is rigorously reinforced with …”
I ramble like that for a while. As I drone on, it sounds practiced and stiff, even to me. I try adding a smile, but now it sounds like all I’m missing are pompoms and a short skirt before I break into cartwheels and rah-rah my way through the remainder of the presentation.
I grind to a stop. “Can’t you do this part?”
Leila shakes her head. “She wants to hear it from you because it’s your baby. You’re the one who created this magnificent, genius software, which is going to all
