Calculated Displays and Open Scorn

The group made their way to the test track, tension hanging thick in the air. Elara walked beside Julian, maintaining a professional demeanor despite Vivienne's calculated snub. The test track stretched before them—a sleek, winding path designed to push vehicles to their limits.

Jorge led his team with practiced confidence, occasionally glancing back at Elara with barely concealed curiosity. His resemblance to Theodore was unmistakable now that she knew to look for it.

Vivienne stayed close to Damien's side, her crimson dress a stark contrast to the clinical environment. Her laughter echoed through the facility at something Damien whispered in her ear.

"She's putting on quite a show," Julian muttered under his breath.

Elara kept her expression neutral. "Focus on the demonstration. That's why we're here."

The track supervisor approached, clipboard in hand. "We're ready whenever you are, Mr. Thorne."

Damien nodded. "Excellent. Vivienne will test drive the first prototype."