An hour later, the room was packed. The investors sat with their arms crossed, looking skeptical and tired.
The fluorescent lights of the corporate auditorium hummed, casting a sterile glow over the rows of empty chairs. In the center of the stage stood Kabir, gripping a clicker so tightly his knuckles turned white. In exactly one hour, he had to pitch his startup to a room full of seasoned investors.
Kabir realized he had been practicing his pitch like a runaway freight train. He practiced saying his opening line about the artisan, and then he forced himself to count to three in his head. The silence felt heavy at first, but then it felt incredibly powerful.