Chapter 24: Exhibition Day
Xavier woke up at 7AM and checked two things.
His balance. And the weather.
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Clear morning. No rain.
Good, he thought. People judge presentations differently when the weather is bad. Something about grey skies makes everything look less impressive.
He showered, opened the wardrobe and picked carefully. Not the most expensive outfit he owned. Something clean and serious without announcing itself. Dark trousers, a structured navy shirt, the dark leather shoes.
Today isn’t about me, he thought, checking himself in the mirror. Today is about the project. Show up looking like you belong in the room without pulling attention away from the work.
He ordered breakfast through a delivery app, ate at his desk, and reviewed the project documentation Amira had sent the night before one more time.
It was good. Genuinely good. The kind of work that made the other entries look like they’d been assembled the week before the deadline; which most of them probably had.
She built something real, Xavier thought, closing the file. My job today is to make sure the right people see it properly.
He ordered a cab at 8:30.
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The inter faculty exhibition was held in the university’s main hall. A wide open space that had been converted overnight into rows of project displays, each team assigned a booth with their name on a printed card above it.
Xavier arrived at 9AM.
The hall was already filling. Students setting up final displays, faculty judges moving through with clipboards, the general controlled chaos of an event that mattered to most people in the room.
He found their booth near the centre of the hall.
Amira was already there.
She’d arrived early of course she had and the display was already set up. Clean, well organised, the kind of presentation that understood the difference between information and communication. Research findings on one panel, the supplement prototype on the table, projected cost analysis on the small screen they’d been allocated.
She looked up when Xavier approached.
"You’re here," she said.
"I said I would be."
She looked at him briefly, the outfit, the timing, the fact that he’d shown up at all when his name on the project was technically optional and then looked back at the display.
"Marcus isn’t here yet," she said.
"He’ll come," Xavier said.
"Diana sent a message saying she’s on her way."
"Good." Xavier walked around the display slowly, looking at it the way a judge would look at it. First impression. Flow. What the eye landed on first and whether that thing was the right thing. "Move the cost analysis panel to the left," he said. "Right now the eye goes to the research first. You want it to go to the prototype first. The research supports the prototype. Not the other way around."
Amira looked at the display. Looked at the panel. Then moved it without arguing.
She stepped back and looked at it again.
"Better," she said quietly.
"Yes," Xavier said.
Marcus arrived at 9:20 with the energy of someone who had almost not come and knew it showed. Diana came five minutes later, slightly out of breath, research notes tucked under one arm.
By 9:30 the team was assembled and the hall was full.
Xavier stood slightly to the side of their booth and looked around the room properly for the first time.
Twenty three teams. Every faculty represented. The displays ranged from genuinely impressive to painfully obvious that someone had done the minimum required to submit. The judges, four of them, external, brought in from industry, were making their first pass through the hall with the unhurried attention of people who had seen a lot of these and knew within thirty seconds what was worth stopping for.
Xavier watched the first judge slow down at their booth.
Stop.
Look at the prototype.
Pick it up.
There it is, he thought.
The judging session ran for two hours.
Each team got a ten minute presentation window plus questions. Amira ran theirs. Xavier had told her the night before that he wasn’t presenting. His role was a silent partner and that was what he’d remain. She’d looked at him with the expression she always wore when she was deciding whether to push back and then decided not to.
She was good in front of the judges. Not nervous, good actually good. She knew the material the way you know something you built from scratch, answered questions with the particular confidence of someone who had already thought of the question themselves and had a better answer than the one being asked for.
Xavier watched the judges’ faces during her presentation.
Two of them were leaning forward by the three minute mark.
That’s the tell, he thought. When they stop taking notes and start actually listening.
He scanned the room while Amira fielded the final question.
And found Femi.
Standing near the back of the hall with his arms crossed, watching their booth with the expression of someone who had come expecting to see something fail and was recalibrating in real time.
Xavier looked at him for exactly two seconds.
Then looked back at Amira wrapping up her presentation.
He came to watch it fall apart, Xavier thought. Wrong day for that.
The judges deliberated for forty minutes.
Xavier spent it cycling through transactions on his phone. A food order, two online purchases, methodical and quiet while the rest of the room buzzed with post-presentation energy around him.
Amira stood beside him drinking water and not talking, which he appreciated.
Marcus was somewhere near the entrance talking to someone. Diana was sitting down looking at her phone.
"We won," Amira said quietly. Not a question.
"Yes," Xavier hailed.
She looked at him sideways. "You sound very sure."
"The second judge picked up the prototype," Xavier said. "Judges who aren’t interested don’t pick things up. They look and move on." He put his phone away. "He picked it up and turned it over three times."