New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 318

Claudia Wright leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the document in front of her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her father had been in partnership with Harris Company for years, yet Solstice Vineyard was only getting a 30% cut of the profits, while Harris Company pocketed 70%.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, a sharp scoff escaping her lips.

She tapped her finger against the table, feeling the frustration build, but then—her eyes landed on a photo of Alexander Harris. He was handsome, annoyingly so, with a confident grin that made her smirk in return. Her finger traced his image as if mocking the smile on his face.

“We'll be meeting soon, Alex.” she whispered to herself, her smirk turning into a determined grin.

The morning of the press release had arrived, and Claire Peterson was more than just nervous—she hadn’t slept all night, barely touched her breakfast, and now her stomach was doing flips like it was prepping for a gymnastics competition.

As she sat in the back seat of the sleek black car, her all-white pantsuit stood out, giving her that crisp, classy look she was going for. Professional. Like she was ready to handle anything, even if she felt like she was about to faint.

Beside her, Matthew glanced at her and gave her a reassuring smile. “You’re going to nail this, Claire. Seriously, everything’s lined up. You’ve got this.”

Claire let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Thanks, Matt. I don’t know what I’d do without you helping me hold it together.”

Matthew laughed. “You’d be just fine. But hey, I like the hero role, so I’ll take it.”

As the car pulled up in front of the venue, Claire spotted a small crowd of journalists and photographers gathered at the entrance, their cameras already aimed at the vehicle like they were waiting for a movie star to step out. She could feel her heartbeat speeding up. There was no turning back now.

“Here goes nothing,” she muttered.

“You got this,” Matthew said, his tone light, though there was genuine belief behind it. “Go out there and show them who Claire Peterson really is.”

Claire couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Show them who I am, huh?” She opened the door, and the flashing cameras immediately lit up like fireworks. Showtime.

Claire stepped out, instantly switching on her best camera-ready smile. She posed here and there, the familiar feeling of lights flashing in her face bringing a bit of comfort. It was the calm before the storm, a routine she could handle.

As she moved toward the entrance, a journalist called out, “Ms. Peterson! What are your expectations for the press release today?”

Without missing a beat, Claire flashed a playful grin. “Well, I’m expecting it to go well... and for me not to mess it up.” The small crowd chuckled, and Claire felt the tension ease just a little.

Humor was her friend today.

But then another journalist stepped forward, microphone extended. “This is Metacortex’s first press release. Are you following in the footsteps of Venus AMD?”

That name. Claire felt her blood boil for just a split second. Venus AMD. The very thought of their name felt like a mosquito buzzing in her ear. But she kept her smile, professional as ever, and chuckled lightly. “Metacortex doesn’t follow anyone. We set our own path.” She turned to the camera, giving it a knowing look, and then headed inside before they could dig any deeper.

Once she was inside, she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. The lights, the cameras, the questions—she handled it. But now, the real challenge was coming. The press release was just about to start, and it was her moment to make Metacortex shine.

She hurried backstage, immediately checking in with the team. “Everything good? How’s the setup?” she asked, her eyes scanning the room as she tried to keep the nervous energy from leaking into her voice.

The team gave her thumbs up all around. “We’re good, Ms. Peterson!” someone called from the back.

Stephen, one of her key team members, peeked through the curtains and let out a low whistle. “There are more people out there than we expected. You sure we’re ready for this?”

Claire grinned, feeling a little of her confidence returning. “We’re more than ready. We’re going to ace this.”