Chapter 3: The Proposals Unveiled
Scene 1: Ava's Presentation
Setting: A sleek conference room. Ava stands at the front, her laptop connected to a large screen. A slideshow displays elegant designs for the Winter Charity Gala: an ethereal winter wonderland with soft blue and white tones, intricate ice sculptures, and a cozy yet sophisticated atmosphere.
Ava takes a deep breath, her voice steady despite the pressure.
Ava:
"Good morning, everyone. My vision for the Winter Charity Gala is to create a magical winter wonderland that feels both grand and personal. The theme centers on warmth and generosity, reflecting the spirit of giving during the holiday season."
The board members lean forward, intrigued. Ava clicks to the next slide, showing her budget breakdown.
Ava, confidently:
"I've partnered with local artisans to create unique centerpieces, ensuring the event supports our community. The evening will feature personal stories from beneficiaries, reminding attendees of the real impact of their contributions."
She finishes with a slide showing the layout of the venue, complete with sparkling lights, faux snow, and an intimate seating arrangement.
Ava, with a slight smile:
"This isn't just an event—it's an experience that will leave a lasting impression."
The board claps politely as Ava steps back, feeling a surge of pride. She sneaks a glance at Ethan, who smirks as he stands up to take her place.
Scene 2: Ethan's Presentation
Setting: The same room. Ethan strides to the front, exuding confidence. His slideshow opens with bold, dramatic images: golden chandeliers, luxury décor, and celebrity endorsements.
Ethan:
"Thank you for the opportunity to present my vision. While charity is the heart of this event, it's also about drawing attention and creating buzz. My proposal ensures that the Winter Charity Gala will be the talk of the city for months to come."
He clicks to the next slide, showcasing an elaborate VIP experience.
Ethan:
"Guests will be greeted with champagne towers, live performances from top artists, and exclusive auction items donated by renowned brands. We'll leverage these high-profile connections to maximize donations."
The board members exchange impressed glances. Ethan finishes with a slide highlighting the potential media coverage and sponsorship benefits.
Ethan, smiling:
"This isn't just a gala—it's a spectacle, designed to amplify your cause on a grand scale."
The room bursts into applause. Ava frowns slightly, knowing the board is impressed but unwilling to admit it.
Scene 3: Post-Presentation Tension
Setting: The hallway outside the conference room. Ava and Ethan wait while the board deliberates inside. The tension is thick.
Ethan, leaning casually against the wall:
"Nice presentation, Harper. Very… heartfelt."
Ava, crossing her arms:
"And yours was very… extravagant. Did you include fireworks, or did you think that was too subtle?"
Ethan chuckles:
"Don't worry. I'm sure your 'cozy fireplaces' will really wow them."
Ava glares.
"At least mine has substance, not just flash."
Ethan, stepping closer:
"Flash gets attention. Attention raises money. That's the point, isn't it?"
Ava, matching his intensity:
"The point is making a difference. Something you wouldn't understand."
Ethan's smirk fades slightly, his tone softening:
"Don't assume you know me, Harper."
Before Ava can respond, the door opens, and Mrs. Whitman steps out, smiling.
Mrs. Whitman:
"Thank you both for your excellent proposals. The board has decided… but we'll be notifying you tomorrow."
Ava, surprised:
"Tomorrow?"
Mrs. Whitman nods:
"Yes. It's a difficult decision. We want to ensure we make the right choice."
As the two rivals leave the building, the silence between them is heavy with unspoken words.
Scene 4: A Twist at the End
Setting: Later that evening. Ava sits in her apartment, staring at her phone, resisting the urge to text Chloe about the day. Just as she's about to call it a night, her phone buzzes with an unknown number.
Text Message:
"Don't lose sleep over tomorrow, Harper. I hear stress causes wrinkles. –E"
Ava's jaw drops, and she types furiously:
"Lose sleep? Please. I'm too busy planning how to beat you."
A response comes almost instantly:
"We'll see. Sweet dreams."
Ava tosses her phone onto the couch, frustrated yet unable to suppress a small smile.