“…and that’s the projected growth for the next quarter,” I finish, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
Jeremy nods, making a note, his expression unreadable.
“Questions?” he asks, glancing around the room.
A few hands go up, and I brace myself for the interrogation that follows.
They’re probing, searching for weaknesses, and I answer as best as I can.
It’s over before I realize, and I sit down, the adrenaline leaving me shaky and exhausted.
Jeremy moves on, the meeting continuing without pause.
But a part of me stays stuck, replaying my performance, wondering if it was enough.
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