“Time for your final presentation.” A menacing dun-dun-dunnnnn echoes in the shallow cavity of my brain where my mental preparedness for this situation should be.
“Actually, I already presented,” I reply confidently. Naturally, this is a lie. It is a stupid lie because everyone was here, so they know that I’m lying, but it is also so blatantly stupid of a lie that it casts just enough doubt to make Mx. Ferrante double-check their notes. They glare back at me, as if to ask if I really thought that dumb trick would work. I shrug, resisting the urge to point out that it almost did