A Rival's Ascendancy at InnovaTech

Elara smoothed down her blazer as she and Julian entered the imposing glass doors of InnovaTech. The company's headquarters radiated power and innovation—all sleek lines and minimalist design.

"Ready?" Julian asked, giving her a sideways glance.

"As I'll ever be," she replied, keeping her voice steady despite the fluttering in her stomach.

She'd spent hours preparing for this meeting. Every document was meticulously organized, every potential question anticipated. This contract mattered too much to YodaVision—to her future—to let personal feelings interfere.

The receptionist directed them to the main conference room on the thirty-second floor. As the elevator climbed, Elara focused on her breathing, maintaining the calm exterior she'd perfected over years of business negotiations.

Henry Quinn was waiting for them when they arrived, his familiar lanky frame rising to greet them.

"Ms. Vance, Mr. Croft, welcome to InnovaTech," he said warmly, shaking both their hands.