Peter nearly ran a red light racing out of the board meeting, straight toward Blue Ocean International.
He checked his watch, did the math, and sprinted the second he got off the shuttle.
By the time he pushed through the doors, Eleanor was already on stage, lifting her entry off the display mount.
The hair accessory wasn't symmetrical not on its own.
As she clasped the two ends of the lace-patterned metal ribbon together, the piece transformed instantly, blooming into a three-dimensional form.
Peter's smile hit before the result did.
She won.
He knew it before the score even flashed.
The whole room erupted into applause.
Tyler, just back from the restroom, shot up and clapped harder than anyone.
Across the room, Dylan was clapping too, disbelief still written across his face.
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