Stacey wiped her hands on the back of her neck. She needed to articulate her ideas in a quiet, careful, and decisive manner, but it was difficult to see through the haze of doubt.
It had been a year since she was even given the chance to give a proposal. Her manager thought it was a great idea to make money for her firm. Now she wasn’t so sure. As she stared at the wall behind the group of stakeholders, she wasn’t sure her voice would work.
It was then she remembered her grandmother’s advice when talking in front of others. It was more for her driving test, but it could work now. She passed first time, but couldn’t look the driving instructor in the eyes.
‘You just got to imagine him naked,’ her grandmother said.
She blinked, and then tried not to burst out laughing. Her nerves were gone, but she didn’t know where to start. It was now or never. Making sure she looked over their heads, she started her presentation.
Writer Ravenclaw 