"And that is brought to you by our final sponsor for today, BetYourFuture — where life plans are tested, stressed, and occasionally annihilated, but with the most competitive odds."
Hostess Nathalie, after finishing this batch of advertisements, returned to her seat behind the commentator's desk without batting an eyelid.
She was simply reciting the taglines of the corporations. If people wanted to complain, they should take it to that company's marketing department, not her.
There were still a few minutes before the quarterfinals were scheduled to start.
Nathalie decided to relax so that she would have more energy to give to the matches later, but unfortunately, someone approached her.
Principal Jebroham. The boss of this whole event.
The young, passionate hostess quickly stood and bowed, leaning closer to hear what the old academy leader had to say.
She nodded occasionally.
