"That folder. And that one." He swallowed. "Thanks for not judging my file names."
She opened the files.
The visuals were rough. Crude. The art looked like it had been drawn by a child with questionable motor skills. But Elena wasn't looking at the art.
She was looking at the mechanics. The ideas. The structure.
She tested them quietly, moving from one sample to another.
Then she turned back to him.
"Here's my offer," she said. "You and I build a gaming company. You create the games. I handle the money and the business side. Deal?"
His brain short-circuited. "What?"
Her patience thinned. "Deal or no deal?"
He shot to his feet. "Deal! Two hundred percent deal!"
"Good." She stood and extended her hand. "Then we're partners."
Hou Liang grabbed it like it might disappear.
As their hands shook, one thought rang loudly in his mind, louder than any system alarm he'd ever triggered.
His dream wasn't just alive.
It had just been funded.
*
Gold Heights Condominium;
