Ethan
If someone had told me that I was going to compete for a glass of water, I would have laughed. And yet, here I am.
The contract that temporarily links my company with Clara's is in its final phase. Months of work, analysis, cross-reporting, technical adjustments and endless revisions.
Our teams have worked as if we were not direct competitors.
Which, technically, we still are. The meeting room is spacious, with a long dark wood table and a full wall of screens where graphics and results are projected. The atmosphere smells of coffee and excessive concentration.
Alexander is seated to Clara's right. Me, on the left. No one explicitly decided so. It just happened and neither of them changed seats.
The meeting is progressing with impeccable professionalism.
Numbers, results. Proj
