"How is the press conference going so far?" Avery asked, her heels clicking softly against the backstage floor as she walked in, her calm yet firm voice slicing through the tense air.
Naya, who had been furiously scanning the stage from side to side, immediately turned upon hearing her voice. The clipboard in her hand nearly slipped with how quickly she straightened up.
"Ma'am," Naya greeted her with a quick nod. "Everything is going smoothly for now. We're currently briefing the concept and functionality of our brand. Right after this, the designers will go up on stage to answer questions related to the designs and creative processes."
Avery nodded and took a seat in front of the large screen broadcasting the press conference live from just beyond the curtains. Her legs crossed instinctively, one hand tapping against her knee—she was composed on the outside, but a quiet storm of anticipation brewed within.
