From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

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.”

temperature. Since we have the air conditioning on in here, perhaps you should step

chilly December air of Cloudcrest. Passersby were bundled in their winter coals. A cold gust hit him, but instead of shivering, he felt a warm embrace enveloping him. The shirt workedi

as he dashed back into the café. “Ms. Yeager, it’s incredible! This shirt is

shall we finalize the contract?” Anthea asked,

sign!” Talbot, containing his excitement, scribbled his signature onto the contract. A temperature–regulating garment was unheard of, even in technologically advanced Country Pellonia. This innovation would take the world by storm, and his status as a

of keys – office, car, and warehouse. “You’ve just arrived back in Cloudcrest. Take some time to settle in before starting at the

respectfully. Thank you for your trust, Ms.

to speak to her with reverence. Despite her youth, she deserved

a week remained until RealTimeFlow’s third–anniversary gala, and Daniel Robinson planned

joining me in Capital City for RealTimeFlow’s anniversary bash?” he

his

to play matchmaker between Sherman and Rebecca at the gala, but Sherman’s outright refusal dashed those plans. Narrowing his eyes, Daniel pressed on, “Griffin YC will be there. Don’t you want to see the person

chess piece twirling on his fingertip “You sure?”