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.”

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

Passersby were bundled in their winter coals. A cold gust hit him, but instead of shivering, he felt a warm

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

shall we finalize the contract?” Anthea asked, still smiling.

Il sign!” Talbot, containing his excitement, scribbled his signature onto the contract. A temperature–regulating garment was unheard of, even in technologically advanced Country Pellonia.

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. Take some time to settle in before starting at the office. Call me if you

respectfully. Thank you for your

her with

third–anniversary gala, and Daniel Robinson planned a

me in Capital City for

Sherman replied, his eyes

but Sherman’s outright refusal dashed those plans. Narrowing his eyes, Daniel

that, Sherman’s eyes snapped open, the chess piece twirling

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