(Aurora's POV)
The audience was exactly as overwhelming as I'd feared. Rows of faces, camera lenses catching the light, senior executives in the front section with the still, evaluating attention of people who had seen a hundred presentations and were waiting to be disappointed.
My chest tightened.
Then I found the front row, center.
Phineas sat with his jacket buttoned, posture straight, eyes on me. The same expression as every practice session. The same fixed point.
My shoulders dropped half an inch. I walked to the center of the stage.
"Good afternoon." My voice came out clear. "What I'm about to show you represents three years of foundational research and eight months of applied development."
I didn't look away from him.
The next twenty minutes moved the way the practice sessio
