How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 90

Around noon, Alexander called her.

"The old man put on an act today, asking about the VistaLink Technologies project. Truth is, he's just curious about your direction now that you're back in the game. Here's what you should do: pull together your data and send it his way. He won't be able to resist."

This was the perfect chance to break the ice.

If the professor could see what she was capable of now, maybe he'd finally let go of the grudges he'd been holding.

Still, Elodie was nervous. Years ago, she'd planned to apply for his graduate program—until everything changed. She'd thrown it all away to save Ivan, only to end up sold off to the Silverstein family like some chattel, her future lost in the process.

She didn't hesitate. She compiled every idea she had and sent it all to Charlie's email.

It wasn't until nearly eight that night that Charlie finally called.

She answered with a tight fist, heart pounding.

There was silence on the other end.

After what felt like forever, a gruff voice broke through. "Cat got your tongue? Turned into a church mouse?"

Elodie felt a twinge of guilt and mumbled, "No..."

VistaLink Technologies project proposal. Not bad for your first big move coming back. Still, this field moves

hadn't lost those three years, she'd be

true prodigies

held

kept a spot open for her in

too caught up in her marriage

took a slow, steady

know where her life would end,

All she could do was race against

then let out a weary sigh. "How have you been these past few

knew what he really meant he

she couldn't find

Jarrod fellow keeps trying to meet me, always pushing that young man to my attention.

showed up with Sylvie in tow, Charlie had his suspicions. Elodie pressed

Jarrod's actions had made things painfully obvious. With that kind of blatant favoritism,

she felt now was

up everything for so many reasons-and this

not

the professor didn't scold

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