"CEO, everything is ready." Miguel said, even though he wasn't the one going up there he was riddled with nerves and anxiety.
"I bet they're packed tight out there." Avery scoffed, his smile hiding the swarm of nerves that devoured his insides. He smoothened his suit, adjusted his tie— something to keep his sanity in check.
"They are so many do them," Grace shuddered, "like sharks waiting to smell blood."
"Well," Avery drawled, "there shall be no blood for them here today." He smirked confidently.
"How do I look Irene?" Avery gestured at his suit.
Irene smiled, giving him a thumbs up. " You look perfect."
"Thanks." Avery smiled.
"Good luck." Miguel murmured.
"Go crush them." Irene cheered.
Avery shot her a smirk over his shoulder. "I will."
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