about personal privacy, and the last few weeks leading up to the symposium passed without further interruption.
The new predictive capabilities were a benefit that could gain the attention of analysts on Wall Street, but she and Chad both knew it would be impossible to capture the market's attention if the only exposure to the technology was from one-on-one demonstrations. They had to make it bigger, much bigger, and make it a shared experience. With that in mind and Louis's signature on the bottom line, Juliane and Chad built up several other scanner pillars. These pillars, once assembled, would transform the entire presentation room into an emulation chamber.
Satisfied that all her equipment had been packaged and shipped to her standards, she made her way to the airport. After the grueling pace, Juliane was grateful that the ACI had taken care of making all of the arrangements. The gate assignment on her ticket stub had brought her to a portion of JFK she had never known existed. It was a private hangar on the far side of the airfield, and she had reached it only by boarding a small trolley car.
When she entered the hangar, she was met with the sight of a single aircraft, whose image was mirrored in the high-gloss hangar floor. The aircraft itself could be considered a work of art by some circles. It featured a blended wing and body rather than the more traditional tubular fuselage and separate wing design. Juliane had heard that the various aircraft builders had been refining similar constructions for the past several decades as a way of trying to make aircraft quieter and more fuel efficient, but to date, the only adopters were those whose stock valuations could handle a bit more risk in their fleet management. The ACI logo was visible from every angle in the hangar.
Juliane smirked as she found herself wondering if the Evans men were the type to overcompensate for shortcomings through acquisition of large, fast, and expensive toys, and she attempted to muffle a chuckle before someone overheard and forced her to explain herself. A glance around soon proved that she hadn't needed to worry. Louis was nowhere in sight. Juliane realized she was relieved yet disappointed. As she entered the craft, she paused in the entranceway. Louis might not be there, but she wasn't flying alone. Seated in one of the many swiveling, leather-clad chairs, was a man pouring himself a drink. She’d never seen him before.
Juliane's eyelashes were longer than the man's hair, so blond it was nearly white. He wore a tailored suit similar in style to one of Louis’s, which had to cost more than what she paid for rent in a month. As she crossed the threshold, he stood at attention, like a gentleman of old, but had to be close to the same age as Louis. He stepped toward her while placing the drink to the side in one graceful motion, and he clasped her hand in his own. She was taken aback at how very strong his grip was.
“Ah, you must be Dr. Faris. I’m Durham Ladensham, professional entourage and part-time legal counsel, at your service.” He must have seen Juliane’s wince at the strength of his handshake as he immediately softened his hold. “My apologies. I’ve recently taken up fencing and occasionally forget that my grip is significantly greater than it used to be.”
Juliane attempted to smile back in understanding but wasn’t quite sure how to process his statement. She’d never encountered anyone who had taken up fencing as a sport. The people she typically interacted with tended not to take up any sport unless required to by their doctor; even then, it was typically either jogging or golf.
He continued, misinterpreting the cause of her hesitation. “I’m a longtime friend of Louis’s, and he asked me to serve as your unofficial tour guide while he wraps up a few other details ahead of the symposium. Don’t worry. He’ll be joining us in Vegas.”
Juliane raised a single eyebrow. So Louis thought she needed a traveling
The new predictive capabilities were a benefit that could gain the attention of analysts on Wall Street, but she and Chad both knew it would be impossible to capture the market's attention if the only exposure to the technology was from one-on-one demonstrations. They had to make it bigger, much bigger, and make it a shared experience. With that in mind and Louis's signature on the bottom line, Juliane and Chad built up several other scanner pillars. These pillars, once assembled, would transform the entire presentation room into an emulation chamber.
Satisfied that all her equipment had been packaged and shipped to her standards, she made her way to the airport. After the grueling pace, Juliane was grateful that the ACI had taken care of making all of the arrangements. The gate assignment on her ticket stub had brought her to a portion of JFK she had never known existed. It was a private hangar on the far side of the airfield, and she had reached it only by boarding a small trolley car.
When she entered the hangar, she was met with the sight of a single aircraft, whose image was mirrored in the high-gloss hangar floor. The aircraft itself could be considered a work of art by some circles. It featured a blended wing and body rather than the more traditional tubular fuselage and separate wing design. Juliane had heard that the various aircraft builders had been refining similar constructions for the past several decades as a way of trying to make aircraft quieter and more fuel efficient, but to date, the only adopters were those whose stock valuations could handle a bit more risk in their fleet management. The ACI logo was visible from every angle in the hangar.
Juliane smirked as she found herself wondering if the Evans men were the type to overcompensate for shortcomings through acquisition of large, fast, and expensive toys, and she attempted to muffle a chuckle before someone overheard and forced her to explain herself. A glance around soon proved that she hadn't needed to worry. Louis was nowhere in sight. Juliane realized she was relieved yet disappointed. As she entered the craft, she paused in the entranceway. Louis might not be there, but she wasn't flying alone. Seated in one of the many swiveling, leather-clad chairs, was a man pouring himself a drink. She’d never seen him before.
Juliane's eyelashes were longer than the man's hair, so blond it was nearly white. He wore a tailored suit similar in style to one of Louis’s, which had to cost more than what she paid for rent in a month. As she crossed the threshold, he stood at attention, like a gentleman of old, but had to be close to the same age as Louis. He stepped toward her while placing the drink to the side in one graceful motion, and he clasped her hand in his own. She was taken aback at how very strong his grip was.
“Ah, you must be Dr. Faris. I’m Durham Ladensham, professional entourage and part-time legal counsel, at your service.” He must have seen Juliane’s wince at the strength of his handshake as he immediately softened his hold. “My apologies. I’ve recently taken up fencing and occasionally forget that my grip is significantly greater than it used to be.”
Juliane attempted to smile back in understanding but wasn’t quite sure how to process his statement. She’d never encountered anyone who had taken up fencing as a sport. The people she typically interacted with tended not to take up any sport unless required to by their doctor; even then, it was typically either jogging or golf.
He continued, misinterpreting the cause of her hesitation. “I’m a longtime friend of Louis’s, and he asked me to serve as your unofficial tour guide while he wraps up a few other details ahead of the symposium. Don’t worry. He’ll be joining us in Vegas.”
Juliane raised a single eyebrow. So Louis thought she needed a traveling
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