A week later, Maya sat across from a potential investor at Harlem Roasters, a small but stylish café with exposed brick walls and jazz humming softly in the background.
Across from her sat Reggie Lawson, a former journalist turned media mogul. He was in his mid-forties, sharp suit, salt-and-pepper beard. He had built an empire of independent digital platforms that spoke to underrepresented voices.
Maya pitched her vision, trying to keep her nerves in check.
When she finished, Reggie leaned back, studying her. "You remind me of myself at your age," he said.
Maya held her breath.
"But," he continued, "media is tough. You need revenue streams, audience engagement, and a team that can move fast."
"I know," Maya said. "And I'm ready."
Reggie nodded. "Alright. I'll give you a shot. Not a full investment, but a sponsorship deal for your launch. If you can build traction, we'll talk about something bigger."
Maya's heart pounded. "Deal."