After the press conference, the reporters had left and cleaners were cleaning up.
Cisco was still there and so was Frudi and other people. He was happy with the result of the press conference. It was very evident on his face.
Cisco beamed, approaching Frudi. "Wow, kiddo! Your strategy was pure genius! How'd you win them over so effortlessly?"
Frudi's smile illuminated her face. "It's simple, Dad. Actions speak louder than words. Show, don't tell. Authenticity resonates. I realize people like me better when I'm real."
Cisco's pride swelled. "You're a natural. I've never seen anyone diffuse tension so elegantly."
Frudi's gaze sparkled. "Thanks, Dad. I learned from the best."
Concern flickered across Cisco's face. "Are you okay, sweetie? That reporter's jab about your attire... the tough questions? And Dylan?"
