บท 52: Who’s making Jun smile like that?

YIREN

"Please don't comment on my presentation. I know it's straight out of kindergarten," I type, already bracing for Bruce's response. He's brutally honest, which is exactly why I trust him to look it over before I present it to Feng Enterprises on Friday.

I set my phone down and look at the mess on my dining table, aka my makeshift desk. Suyin's architectural plans are scattered everywhere, alongside presentation notes, sketches, and four empty coffee mugs. Very professional, Yiren. But it's not the presentation that's twisting my stomach into knots. It's the gaping hole in my business—a team.

No matter how good my pitch is, I know Feng Enterprises will zero in on the fact that I don't have a team. I can't handle Suyin's massive project alone, and in this cutthroat industry, a lone wolf won't survive.

Ping. Bruce's message lights up my phone.