I'm The King of Business & Technology in the Modern World-Chapter 132: Pitching the Product

Angel sat at her desk, fingers tapping against the polished wood as she read over the carefully worded email on her screen. The subject line was simple but carried immense weight:

Proposal: Titan Mk-I Demonstration for the United States Department of Defense.

She exhaled, adjusting her posture. This wasn't just any routine outreach—this was Sentinel BioTech stepping onto the global stage. The Titan Mk-I was ready, and now it was time to see if the world's most powerful military was willing to put its money behind it.

Her job was to initiate the first contact, opening the door for negotiations and, eventually, a demonstration. The U.S. was always in the market for next-generation military technology, but securing their interest wasn't a simple matter of sending an email and waiting for a response.

They had to be intrigued.

They had to want this enough to start a conversation.

And that was where Angel came in.

She drafted the email carefully.

[To: Department of Defense – Office of Advanced Tactical Systems

Subject: Proposal: Titan Mk-I Demonstration

I am writing on behalf of Sentinel BioTech to introduce a revolutionary advancement in exoskeletal technology—the Titan Mk-I, a next-generation powered exoskeleton designed for military applications.

We believe the Titan Mk-I represents a significant leap forward in modern warfare, integrating cutting-edge neuromuscular control, adaptive armor, and extended operational endurance. After rigorous testing, we are prepared to offer an exclusive demonstration to showcase its capabilities.

We propose an in-person demonstration at a location of your choosing to assess its performance in real-time. Sentinel BioTech is eager to explore potential collaboration with the U.S. Armed Forces and believes the Titan Mk-I could become a pivotal asset in future combat operations.

Please let us know your availability and any conditions you require for an official demonstration.

Looking forward to your response.

Sincerely,

Angel

Chief of Staff, Sentinel BioTech]

Angel read through the email twice before hitting send.

Now, the waiting game began.

It didn't take long.

Just thirty-six hours later, Angel's inbox lit up with a reply. She had expected at least a week of back-and-forth, but this? This was fast. Very fast.

She clicked on the email, her eyes scanning the message.

[From: Office of Advanced Tactical Systems

Subject: RE: Proposal: Titan Mk-I Demonstration

We appreciate your outreach regarding Sentinel BioTech's Titan Mk-I system. Given the described advancements in exoskeletal technology, we are interested in evaluating its potential for military integration.

We would like to schedule a live demonstration to assess its operational feasibility. The demonstration will take place at a secure U.S. military testing facility, under controlled conditions to evaluate its combat readiness, endurance, and adaptability in field scenarios.

Please confirm Sentinel BioTech's availability within the next two weeks to proceed with logistical arrangements.

Respectfully,

Colonel Nathan Reynolds

Department of Defense – Advanced Tactical Systems]

Angel's eyes widened slightly. They had agreed. Not only that, but they wanted the demonstration soon. That was a strong indicator that the U.S. was already intrigued and wanted to see the suit in action as quickly as possible.

She leaned back in her chair, letting out a low whistle.

This was happening.

Angel didn't waste time. She made her way to Matthew's office, knocking once before pushing the door open.

Matthew looked up from his desk, already smirking. "Judging by the look on your face, we have a response."

Angel placed her tablet down on his desk, crossing her arms. "We're in. The U.S. wants a live demonstration."

Matthew leaned forward, his smirk widening. "That was fast."

"Too fast," Angel admitted. "They must've been expecting something like this, or they already have gaps in their own research that they think Titan Mk-I could fill."

Matthew nodded, scanning the email. "A secure U.S. military testing facility. That means controlled conditions, which means they're serious but also want to minimize any risks of failure."

Angel raised an eyebrow. "Are you worried about that?"

Matthew chuckled. "Not at all. We'll exceed every expectation they have."

She smirked. "Good. Because we're on a tight schedule. They want this in the next two weeks."

Matthew leaned back, rubbing his chin. "Perfect. That gives us just enough time to fine-tune the final details and prepare for transport."

Angel hesitated for a moment before speaking. "You know this won't be just a demo. This is an evaluation. If the U.S. likes what they see, they're going to start asking about exclusivity, production capabilities, and long-term partnerships."

Matthew nodded, his smirk turning sharp. "That's the goal, Angel. The moment they see what Titan Mk-I can do, they'll realize they can't afford to let it go anywhere else."

Angel exhaled. "Alright, then. We're officially in business with the U.S. military."

Matthew's eyes gleamed with excitement. "And that's just the beginning."

She shook her head, picking up her tablet. "I'll handle the logistics and reply to Colonel Reynolds. You start thinking about how you're going to blow their minds."

Matthew grinned. "Oh, don't worry. I already have a plan."

As Angel left the office, Matthew glanced at the calendar on his desk.

Two weeks.

Two weeks until Sentinel BioTech stepped onto the world stage.

Two weeks until Titan Mk-I would prove itself in front of the most powerful military on the planet.

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Failure wasn't an option.

With a smirk, Matthew reached for his phone.

"Get the team ready. We're taking Titan Mk-I to America."

The countdown had begun. Two weeks. That was all the time they had to ensure that Titan Mk-I was in peak condition for the demonstration.

The next morning, Matthew gathered the core team in the engineering bay, where the exoskeleton stood on its support frame. The suit's metallic plating gleamed under the fluorescent lights, a testament to months of relentless innovation.

Dr. Lucia Vasquez ran her fingers over the alloy plating, muttering, "We need to run a final integrity scan before we ship it out. I don't want a single microfracture in this thing."

Dr. Hassan Al-Masri nodded. "Power core calibration is top priority. If something fails mid-demo, that's a disaster we can't afford."

Daniel Cho was already working at his station, fine-tuning the AI-assisted movement algorithms. "I'm running another round of predictive analysis. The neural sync has been smooth, but let's eliminate any chance of lag."

Matthew listened, arms crossed. This wasn't just another test. This was their debut.

"Lock in every last adjustment. We leave nothing to chance," he ordered.

Angel stepped in, tablet in hand. "And logistics? How do we even get this thing to the U.S. without it becoming a national security issue?"

Matthew smirked. "That's handled. We're flying private."

Titan Mk-I was about to make its first trip across the world—and it would arrive in style.