New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 400 Press Release on Monday

Frank leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands as he listened to the potential client across from him drone on about his interest in partnering with Venus AMD. The guy looked like he was all business: slick hair, crisp suit, and the kind of grin that said he knew he could afford whatever he wanted.

"So," Frank said with a casual smirk, "why didn't you go knocking on Metacortex's door? They're the ones always parading around their 'groundbreaking' technology, right?"

The man chuckled and waved a hand dismissively. "To be honest, Frank...I don't trust it when a woman's running the show," he replied, his voice dropping like he was sharing some kind of secret. "Just doesn't seem... reliable."

Frank burst into laughter, nodding. "I'm with you on that one!" He leaned in, almost conspiratorially. "I can't understand why Metacortex gets all the press. I mean, come on. Venus AMD has the real potential here, no scandals, no drama."

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Exactly what I'm saying. The last thing I need is my name tied to some mess because the other company couldn't stay out of the tabloids."

"Oh, we're on the same page," Frank said, leaning forward with a grin. "Venus AMD is the future-no-nonsense, no theatrics. Just pure, cutting-edge tech."

The man chuckled and nodded, his gaze sharpening. "I have high expectations, Frank. I'm not just looking for flashy presentations. I need reliability, software that'll do exactly what it's promised, no glitches. I need the best."

Frank nodded vigorously. "And that's what you'll get. I've got a team on it right now, working on our latest project-a robot that's going to blow everything else out of the water. And when it's ready, we're planning a huge press release. I mean, once people see what we're capable of, there's no way they'll pick Metacortex over us." The potential client tilted his head, curious. "Robot, huh? Tell me more about it."

Frank grinned, his excitement spilling over. "It's all under wraps for now but trust me it's a game-changer. We're talking about capabilities that'll put other Al and robotics to shame. This thing's going to be the poster child of Venus AMD's superiority over Metacortex." "So, Frank," the man said, intrigued, "you're saying this new software can analyze and adapt in real-time?"

"Yep. It's all about learning, picking up patterns, and adapting. No more static responses, no more rigid commands-it's going to act like it has its own intuition."

The client was clearly impressed. "And it'll handle multitasking?"

the market. Once we reveal it, people will be lining up for Venus AMD, and Metacortex? Out of sight,

incredible. I look forward to seeing it

and forth for nearly two hours, going over software specifications, technology trends, and all the potential the robot held. By the time they wrapped up, Frank could barely sit still. His mind was buzzing with ideas of fame, recognition, and the press coverage that'd make Venus AMD a household name. Finally, they shook hands, and Frank practically bounced out of the room, ready

lab, he barely had time to take in the sight of his employees huddled around the workstation before one of them, completely unaware of his

leader of the tech team jumped in his seat when he finally noticed Frank.

bite. Just checking in." He gestured toward the huddle.

a bead of sweat forming on his brow. "It's... going well, sir. We've, uh, managed to fix most

casual. "Well, I need it done by Monday. No mistakes. Not a

team collectively tensed, exchanging nervous glances. The tech leader gave a shaky nod. "Yes, sir.

each of

Then, he turned on his

the lab,

fading away. The moment he was gone, the team collectively exhaled, some stumping into their chairs in

scarier every time he comes in here," one of the techs muttered, rubbing

"And we're supposed to have this thing ready by Monday? It's not even close! We're still missing two components that don't even exist here at Venus

head into his hands. "I know. I don't know what we're supposed to do. If it's not

threw up his hands. "If he fires us, I'm heading straight to Metacortex. At least their boss actually respects their

They might have a scandal or two, but at least they're not

leader sighed, glancing