How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

"Is that so?" Alexander's gaze lingered on Maurice, his tone layered with meaning. "Sounds like you have a lot of respect for the U.N2's creator."

Maurice gave a wry smile. "Who wouldn't admire someone as brilliant as Mr. Sterling?"

His words were genuine-he really did look up to Sterling. But he was also angling for future opportunities; VistaLink Technologies was fast becoming the industry's rising star. His father had always told him: build a good relationship with Alexander, and you can't lose.

Elodie stayed silent, calm and collected from beginning to end.

Ambition and the pursuit of profit-those were basic human instincts.

She reached for a napkin, only to be caught off guard when another hand, long- fingered and warm, brushed against hers across the table. The pads of Jarrod's fingers accidentally grazed hers, holding them for a split second.

A jolt ran through her. Elodie looked up in surprise.

Jarrod was watching her, expression steady. Even as he met the slight quiver in her eyes, his face remained composed. As if he hadn't noticed her discomfort, he simply withdrew his hand, unhurried.

Elodie pulled her own hand back, but the sensation lingered-scalding, tingling, and annoyingly persistent.

Her brows drew together.

the whole evening keeping his distance, careful not to touch her. So how did they just happen to brush hands

to herself, quietly

to notice

assured. "I've always admired Mr. Sterling. The U.N2 project is exactly why I chose this field. I actually

her

lead a team to

I wish you all the

of them realized

so many fought tooth and nail to reach—that was only

In the research world, you'll make your mark

can of sparkling water toward

Jarrod, a

the business talk, and aerospace was still a mystery to her. But

Elodie really knew her stuff! But just as she

met