Chapter 179

“Here’s the contract. If everything looks good to you, just sign on the dotted line” said Anthoa calmly

Talbot adjusted his glasses and said, “I’m sorry, but could I take a look at the prototype first?”

Though Anthea’s pitch was impressive, Talbot couldn’t commit without seeing the product firsthand. The world was full of smooth talkers, and besides, Anthea was so young. Could she really have invented a garment that adjusted its temperature? It sounded far–fetched Talbot didn’t fancy his business acumen going to waste on a pipe dream

Anthea handed him a tote bag. “Mr. Talbot, feel free to try it on.”

Skeptically, Talbot went to the restroom, pulling the garment from the bag. He frowned, the shirt looked utterly ordinary. Indistinguishable from the white button–down he was wearing. He should have known better. How could a teenager come up with such a revolutionary invention?

many

Disappointed, Talbot returned to the table. “Ms. Yeager, this shirt seems no different from any other fabric.”

fabric adjusts to the ambient temperature. Since we have the air conditioning on in here,

chilly December air of Cloudcrest. Passersby were bundled in their winter coals. A cold gust hit him, but instead of shivering, he

eyes lit up as he dashed back into the café. “Ms. Yeager, it’s incredible! This shirt is nothing short of a

the contract?” Anthea asked, still

his signature onto the contract. A temperature–regulating garment was unheard of, even in technologically advanced Country Pellonia. This innovation would take

was no longer just an employee in his eyes; she was his benefactor. “Pleasure doing business with you,” she said, handing over a set of keys – office, car, and warehouse. “You’ve just arrived back in Cloudcrest.

you for

he had begun to speak to her with

remained until RealTimeFlow’s third–anniversary gala, and Daniel Robinson planned a trip back to Capital

me in Capital City for RealTimeFlow’s

his

between Sherman and Rebecca at the gala, but Sherman’s outright refusal dashed those plans. Narrowing his eyes,

eyes snapped open, the chess piece twirling on

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