As Brent spoke, he headed toward the table where he’d set up the computer to emulate a server. “Those problems did cause an unanticipated delay, which didn’t go over well with the steering committee.” He flashed a wide grin around the room. “But you all know how stuffy those executives can be.” The crowd laughed at his self-deprecation. He slid the microphone into the stand on the table and angled it toward his face so he could use both hands on the keyboard. The screen overhead was black, waiting for him to pull up the server and press the keys that would display his computer and Lauren’s. “What I’d like to do now is walk you through the application, so you can see both the technical side and the user interface.” He glanced across the room to see if Lauren was ready on her end. She wasn’t looking at him, or even at her notebook screen. Instead, she stared out into the audience, her eyes wide and her lips pinched. The muscles in her neck corded with tension. Brent gazed out into the crowd but couldn’t see anything that might have alarmed her.
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