New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 332 Competing Metacortex

Frank sat in his office; eyes glued to the screen for the fifth time in a row. The new Metacortex Robo-Bot release played in front of him, and not once did his gaze waver. His face, locked in a serious expression, hadn't changed since the start of the video. Frank was studying every movement, every detail. His brain was whirring, thinking, analyzing, and planning. He'd already talked to Robert about how to beat Claire Peterson at her own game. They'd even thrown around the idea of building their own robot, though Venus AMD eventually decided to focus on electronic devices instead.

With a heavy sigh, Frank paused the video and leaned back in his chair. How the hell did Claire Peterson get the idea to build a robot, anyway? He scratched his chin, still staring at the frozen screen. Companies like theirs usually stick to the software side of things. That was their bread and butter.

But here comes Claire, brave or maybe crazy-enough to step outside the norm. She didn't just play it safe; she went all in. Frank had to give her credit for that. Still, it didn't mean he was going to let her get ahead. Sure, Venus wasn't building a robot, but electronic devices? They counted as robots... sort of, right?

His train of thought was interrupted by the soft knock on the open door. The door to his office swung open, and his secretary poked her head in. "Mr. Frank, the meeting's about to start."

Frank blinked, snapping out of his robot-fueled daydreams. "Right. Thanks, Jennifer," he muttered, standing up. He straightened his tie, though he didn't need to-Frank wasn't the kind of guy to look disheveled, even when he was deep in competition-fueled obsession. He walked down the hall, mind racing, and entered the meeting room. It was already packed with his most trusted team members. He took his seat at the head of the table, a position that made him feel more like a general prepping for battle than a tech CEO. "Morning, everyone," he greeted, a quick nod to each of them. "So, how many of you watched Claire Peterson's interview?"

A few hands went up, but more people just shook their heads. Frank had expected that-some of his team didn't have time to keep up with every little move Metacortex made, unlike him, who was borderline obsessed.

"Well," Frank started, leaning forward, "in that interview, Claire pretty much mocked us. She basically challenged Venus, like we're just out here trying to replicate whatever Metacortex is doing." He paused for dramatic effect, letting the words sink in. "I want to make one thing clear: Venus doesn't follow. We lead. And we're going to prove that."

The room was silent, all eyes on him. Frank could feel the anticipation, and for a brief moment, he reveled in it. Then he gestured to Robert, who was sitting to his right. "Robert and I have been discussing our next move. Robert, go ahead."

Robert nodded and stood up, addressing the team. "As you all know, Metacortex has just released their Robo-bot. It's their big push into the hardware market. We've decided to go in a different direction. We'll focus on building cutting-edge electronic devices. That way, we stay true to our strengths without looking like we're chasing after Metacortex's shadow."

There was a murmur of approval from the team, with people nodding and whispering among themselves. But then, one guy in the back-Bill, the kind of person who never hesitated to ask the tough questions-raised his hand.

sighed internally. Bill was always the one to stir

Bill," Frank said, leaning back

robot? If Metacortex can do it, why

Robert's jaw tighten slightly-Robert had been ready for

look like we're copying them. And that's exactly what we don't want. We've got

Frank cut in. "Actually, I've been thinking," he said slowly, rubbing his chin in a way that

guard. "Frank, what do you

forward, his eyes glinting with excitement. "We're going to build

through the room. Robert looked like someone had just pulled the rug out from under him. "What? We... we talked about this, Frank. Building a robot

we

voice firm but not unkind. "But I've been thinking. If we wait too long, Metacortex will dominate the market. They'll be the robot company, and we'll be seen as

still trying to steer the ship, "if we rush into this, we

innovate on their turf and beat them at their own game.

the momentum shifting. Some of the more cautious members of the team were starting to come

said,

bit. "Metacortex wants

boundaries long before Claire Peterson even had a seat

can do it better."

and I already gathered the team that will participate in this project." Robert pointed out, trying to