Chapter 29: The Prodigy Maximillian
I got inside the conference room and spotted Mr. Johnson handling his papers. He looked refined. Salt-and-pepper beard, dark hair, and his suit was sharp - charcoal gray, crisp white shirt, tie on point.
We threw each other a nod.
He laid down the last-minute lowdown on our strategy, and I made sure I knew what to say.
As the clock neared 1 PM, my attention turned to the entrance to the conference room, where the duo from Adomi stepped in.
The gentleman, wearing a dark green suit, exuded confidence with every stride, making a statement as he entered.
Beside him was an elegant young woman in her early 20s, she had a professional demeanor.
Her sleek attire was a chic black skirt paired with a white blouse. Her hair, neatly secured in a bun, added a nice touch.
Holding a portfolio of documents, they approached us.
"Good afternoon," the man greeted with a firm handshake, "I'm John Turner, we spoke before, and this is Mia Brooks, from the technology department."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Turner, Ms. Brooks. Pleasure to have you here," I extended a handshake.
Ms. Brooks, with an air of confidence, extended her hand. "Mia Brooks. Nice to meet you, Max."