Chapter 319 Metacortex Robo-bot

The morning was buzzing with excitement as journalists hurried inside the press release room, their cameras flashing as they went. It was clear this was a big day for Metacortex. The seats were filling fast, and people whispered to each other about what might be revealed. Meanwhile, outside, Claudia Wright's car rolled up to the entrance. The driver stepped out, opening the door for her. Claudia, dressed in a sleek black dress that screamed “CEO in charge,” stepped out, looking both confident and calm. She paused for a moment, taking in the scene, then made her way inside the building. Backstage, Claire Peterson was getting ready, fiddling with her clip-on mic. The director, a man who always seemed to be waving his hands around dramatically, motioned to her. "Claire, you're up!" he whispered in an overly intense way as if she hadn’t noticed. Claire took a deep breath and straightened her white pantsuit. She wasn’t exactly the type to enjoy public speaking, but today was important.