His eyes skimmed over her face and landed somewhere between confusion and dismissal.
“So,” he said, leaning back, “you’re here about some diversity initiative?”
One of the men at the table smirked.
Olivia folded her hands.
“I’m here to discuss a potential investment opportunity.”
Leonard gave a slow nod that said he was humoring a child.
“Right,” he said. “Investment.”
He said the word like it didn’t belong near her mouth.
Then he launched into a presentation so simplified it bordered on insult.
Cartoon icons.
Bright arrows.
A slide explaining what artificial intelligence was as if she had wandered in from a bake sale.
He spoke slowly.
Painfully slowly.
He explained what a large language model did.
He defined automation.
He said the word algorithm the way a man says foreign cuisine in a town that thinks ketchup is spicy.
Olivia let him go on for four full minutes.
Then she leaned forward slightly.
“Your prospectus says your proprietary architecture reduces enterprise inference cost by twenty-eight percent under load,” she said. “Can you explain how that compares to standard transformer-based systems when you’re handling sustained demand spikes from multiple commercial clients?”
Leonard blinked.
The room shifted.
He grabbed the clicker harder.
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