Evan Kimura, still rattled from his backpedaled lie, shuffled to a scratched-up monitor.
Once he got to it, he extended his arms, grabbed the screen and pulled it closer to him, then tapped nervously at the keyboard.
Lila Torres lingered behind, hands still folded as she continuously glanced at Darren and Amelia then back to Evan, her eyes had questions while being defiant and desperate.
Amelia stood by Darren's side, her notebook clutched like a shield, her earlier flush fading into quiet focus.
Darren's hands stayed in his pockets, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp, cutting through Evan's nervous energy. "This is your big work," he said with an impatient tone. "It shouldn't take you this long to pull it up. Show me what you've got, and make it quick."
"Yes. Yes. I got it." Evan nodded, swallowing hard, and pulled up a demo. The screen flickered, then steadied. Then he turned the computer around for Darren to see.
"Here it is!"
