Irvin's POV
The intimate launch celebration was underway. Soft music filled the space—not overwhelming, but energetic enough to maintain the atmosphere.
Suited guests mingled with wine glasses, standing in clusters, chatting and chuckling. Servers weaved through with drink trays and delicate appetizers.
Fresh blooms adorned each table, filling the air with the scent of new possibilities.
I positioned myself by the doorway, my gaze sweeping across the gathering deliberately.
I had just released my debut game. Following countless sleepless hours, heated debates, revisions, mental collapses, and eureka moments, it had finally arrived. My signature was on it. My effort, my concepts, my struggle. Not my father's. Mine.
The space hummed with energy. People had come.
Backers, partners, media representatives, programmers, acquaintances of acquaintances. Some recognizable faces, others complete strangers. Some remembered me from my father's company.
