The room Salomé felt cooling before she could name it.
Salomé had the room, right up until a long stretch of her own screen-share. She felt good. But the Pulse in her status bar was sliding down while she was still talking, and she caught it out of the corner of her eye at minute nine.
She stopped presenting, dropped the deck, and asked the buyer a real question instead. Then she waited. Within a few refreshes the bar was already climbing back.
The copilot layer handed her the actual move; the Pulse just told her when to make it. Two minutes later the buyer said the thing that mattered, and a call she'd have logged as fine became a scheduled next step, live.
The bar slid down while she talked, then climbed the moment she handed over the mic.

