“Mommy, I understand.” Nina lowered her head as she grabbed the edge of her shirt. She had wanted the press conference to be successful too badly; she wanted to impress everyone. That was why she had ended up like this.
“Nina, go. Apologize to your daddy.”
The girl lifted her head to look at her father, but she froze.
“Go on now,” her mother urged.
“Can my press conference continue?” Nina asked.
The icy expression was still on Evan’s face. “How do you want to continue it?”
“I’ve taken a long time to prepare for this press conference. I want to end it well.”
“End it well?” the man gritted out. “How do you plan to end this well? Can you really guarantee that the consumers’ faces will change? Will the eyes turn bigger? Will a raisin become a grape again?”
Nina was at a loss for words.
Her father continued, “You don’t need to bother yourself with the press conference anymore. You can only mention having another press conference when you really come up with a product that can do the things you’ve claimed they can do.”
At that, Nina snapped her head upward with her jaw slacked.
I don’t think I can come up with something that can make eyes bigger and turn raisins into grapes. Does Daddy mean I’m not allowed to have press conferences in the future?
Nina’s path to her dream broke off. Her hope and passion were snuffed out like a flame of a candle after a powerful gust of wind; Evan’s words were a death sentence to her dream.
The girl stared at her father’s apathetic expression. She knew that the moment those words left her father’s lips, nothing she said would change her fate. She could no longer launch any new products from now on.
Like a struggling fish stuck on a hook, she hopelessly muttered, “Daddy, you really won’t launch my new product anymore?”
“That’s right. I will never launch your new product,” he declared.
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