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“The hover-bag?”
I keep my face intact but, inside, I snort a little.
Leroy’s eyes dart to me and back. “Uh, no. The self-sustaining kinetic batteries.”
“They’re just a little something I threw together,” Adam says flippantly.
Leroy gets that shocked look again as if he can’t decide if Adam is joking.
He’s not.
The man can solve complicated problems before breakfast and then spend all his time coming up with fanciful inventions until midnight.
“Mr. Foster,” I gesture to Leroy, “is the CEO of Yoon Technologies, a leader in non-nuclear renewable energy.”
“Ah.” Adam dips his chin, but he doesn’t look that impressed.
Leroy lets out nervous laughter and flashes a business card. “I would love to discuss a research position at our company. I might not be able to match Miss Delaney in beauty, but I can promise you amazing benefits and all the creative freedom you want.”
“If you can’t even match Miss Delaney’s beauty, then why would I want to work with you?” Adam asks.
I furrow my brow and subtly jab him in the stomach.
Adam makes a pained sound and then covers it with a cough.
I smile politely. “Mr. Foster, it’s about time for the judges to make their announcement. Why don’t I escort you to the front?”
“I’ll come with you.” Adam sticks close as I lead the way into the atrium.
A few moments later, the MC makes the announcement and the rest of the contestants file in to hear what we all knew—Adam is the winner.
I applaud politely and oversee the doling out of prizes from behind the scenes. The moment the ceremony is over, I call the event company in charge of the after-party.
I’m on that call when Adam finds me again. The conference room is completely empty, the lights shut off and most of the inventions cleared out.
I lift a finger, asking Adam for a moment, and he nods.
“Please make sure no reporters sneak into the after-party. Last year, our latest invention was almost plastered on the front page news. We can’t have that again.”
“Understood, Ms. Delaney.”
“Thank you.” I pocket my phone and glance at Adam who has a glass of champagne in each hand.
He extends one of the drinks to me. “Non-alcoholic. I checked.”
My fingers wrap around the cold glass and I smile slightly. “Are you donating your prize to the children’s home again?”
“Yes.” He thinks about it and then adds, “I’ll match the prize money. Sister Clarence mentioned they needed a new van to get the kids to school.”
I lift my phone and tap out a note.
Adam never keeps his prize money. In fact, he almost acts like it’s dirty.
I wish I could share this side of him with the world, but my boss’s generosity is another thing he keeps under wraps.
“You didn’t seem all that excited about my little surprise,” Adam says, noting my expression.
“Vision Tech isn’t in the business of creating suitcases.”
