Star Harbor.
Sea Shell Homestays.
The property had been reserved almost entirely for participants of the upcoming Sterling Launchpad.
For the next several days, apartments that usually hosted tourists and families were filled with university students, school teams, startup founders and young entrepreneurs from across Haven.
Suitcases rolled through corridors.
Prototype boxes were carried upstairs.
Teams argued over presentations before they had even unpacked.
Among them...
A group of students entered one of the larger apartments.
"Finally."
One of the boys dropped his backpack beside the sofa.
Another student came behind him with two suitcases.
"Don't block the door."
"I'm tired."
"We've been sitting in a car."
"Exactly. Very exhausting."
A girl entered last and closed the door.
"Can you two stop playing around and help?"
"Coming."
Another boy noticed something on the dining table.
A package.
He walked toward it.
"What's that?"
