Devon glided to the front of the conference room with the effortless swagger of a man who owned every inch of the space, flipping on the projector with a flick of his wrist that carried the nonchalance of a seasoned showman.
The screen flickered to life, bathing the room in a soft sapphire glow that illuminated the faces of the hospital's elite, each one etched with a mix of anticipation, irritation, and something deeper, an unspoken acknowledgment of the chasm between their accomplishments and his. The slides snapped into focus, meticulous diagrams of trauma triage workflows, bar charts bursting with statistical rigor, and protocols so streamlined they promised to cut mortality rates by a staggering 18%, all grounded in real world case studies, no futuristic tech required.
