Nia leaned back against her couch, letting out a small laugh as she scrolled through the press release on her phone. The early-morning haze was still lifting, but a newfound admiration had already settled in. Jess's prediction was spot-on—this was definitely worth the rude 6 AM awakening.
[Nia: PR fireworks indeed. This was worth the 6 AM wake-up.]
[Jess: See? Not so bad being an early riser! I'm calling it now; it's going to be absolute chaos over at Tech Xclusive. Oh, and have you checked out the media coverage yet? Thank heavens we've got Morrison Group backing us.]
Nia smiled at the text, tempted to clarify that it wasn't Morrison's backing alone that had turned the tide. Zack had orchestrated so much behind the scenes, putting a relentless, razor-sharp plan into action. Without him, without his midnight work and the ironclad patent, PixelWave might not have made it through this at all. But she left her thoughts unsaid, tucking her phone aside.
