"You've exceeded all expectations, Victor," I said, my voice steady and clear. "I couldn't have asked for a better assistant."
The conference room plunged into stunned silence. I could almost hear the collective intake of breath as every person processed what had just happened. Shock registered on their faces—wide eyes, dropped jaws, rigid postures.
Caleb was the first to recover. His face contorted with fury as he lunged forward.
"This is ridiculous! She's lying!" His voice cracked with desperation. "She's not Dr. Wilson. That's impossible!"
Victor stepped between us, his expression calm but firm. "Perhaps this will convince you." He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a folder. "The original patent application for Dr. Wilson's revolutionary energy storage solution. Complete with legal documentation."
He placed it on the conference table, sliding it toward the university officials. The dean picked it up with trembling hands, flipping through the pages.
