Geneva Press Club - Wednesday Morning, 8:42 AM
The backstage area of the press club was a study in controlled chaos. Technicians checking sound equipment. Security personnel scanning for threats. Journalists jockeying for position in the packed auditorium beyond the curtain.
Emily stood in the green room, listening to the murmur of hundreds of voices on the other side of the wall. Clara was doing final checks with the press club coordinator. Sebastian communicated quietly with his team through his earpiece. Ming Li stood by the door like a guardian statue.
Timothy came to stand beside Emily, his hand finding hers. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I'm about to jump off a cliff," Emily admitted. "But Timothy....I'm ready to jump."
"Then jump," Timothy said softly. "And trust that you'll fly."
