Georgia's POV
I faced the long table at the front. "Chairman Knight, would you please join us on stage?"
Surprised but willing to cooperate, Benjamin Knight stood up slowly, a man whose presence alone commanded attention. His sons exchanged amused glances, while murmurs filled the hall. Several representatives and investors followed when I called their names, joining him beside the tower.
"Now," I said, handing them each a pair of gloves and small scissors, "please pick one lettuce each. Be gentle with her—she's our firstborn batch."
The audience laughed lightly as Benjamin Knight leaned forward, carefully snipping the base of a large lettuce. The others followed, and soon the stage was alive with flashes from cameras and curious murmurs.
"Now," I said, taking a step closer, "please try it. Freshly harvested. No wash, no additives—just nature and science."
