Sentinel had just proven itself above anything available currently in the market and it has gotten some investors excited in getting a piece of this innovative pie.
At this point, the launch presentation was all but over.
But just as previously, there were still some who doubted whether all this was just a farce and one of them raised a pen, pulling Lillian's attention.
Her eyes landed on the journalist as he stood, pen in one hand and a notepad in the other.
He looked to be in his mid-thirties, blazer with a magazine logo on the lapel. Pinned on the chest area of his blazer was his badge.
"Yes?" Lillian asked, in a calm tone.
"Evan Brooks from TechVerse Weekly." He spoke with the ease of someone who'd done this more times than he could count.
"What we just saw was... impressive, no doubt. But how can we be sure this wasn't a controlled demonstration? Maybe pre-scripted stunt to paint Sentinel as some miracle software after staging its own failure?"
