How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 307

The military's requirements for this project were even more demanding than before.

Over the next two days, Elodie and Alexander found themselves locked in a series of long, intense meetings. They dissected every practical detail from every angle-rescue operations, disaster response, and how this would differ from standard consumer or even advanced models. Everything-payload, navigation systems, battery life-needed to be taken to a whole new level of reliability.

Once they had a rough concept outlined, it was time to move things forward with Neural Intelligence.

Elodie took Galen along for a visit to Neural Intelligence's headquarters. This was her first time there, and she needed to coordinate with their team.

Neural Intelligence had already hit its stride; the company ran like a well-oiled machine. It wasn't until she was standing inside the vast lobby that Elodie truly understood the scale of it all. Money had been poured into every inch-this place could compete with any longstanding tech firm in the city.

With someone like Jarrod backing it, getting Sylvie's startup off the ground had probably been child's play.

Elodie and Galen met with one of the department heads. By the time they finished and made their way back downstairs, it was already past ten.

Galen headed out to bring the car around. Elodie sent Emile Thorne a quick message, letting him know she'd be joining him for dinner that evening.

As soon as she hit send and lifted her head, she spotted Seymour coming around the corner not far away. He saw her too, and immediately stopped in his tracks.

Without so much as a glance, Elodie strode right past him. Seymour's face twisted with a complicated expression. He'd half been planning to say hello-after all, they'd worked together for several months-but as he watched her walk away, he just shrugged carelessly. Neural Intelligence had a boundless future ahead, and he was simply looking out for himself.

Sylvie caught sight of the scene as she approached in her heels. "Were you just coordinating with her?" she asked, her voice cool and detached.

Seymour shook his head quickly. "No, just bumped into her. I was meeting with someone else."

cast a sideways glance in Elodie's direction, then turned and headed for the elevators,

worked at VistaLink Technologies," Sylvie said, flipping through a folder as she walked. “How

"Mr. Sterling has always

Ms. Thorne?

furrowed

outside investment-people in the industry were surprised the funding was secured

"All of it?"

five hundred million. Out of

dawned on Sylvie. No wonder VistaLink Technologies could secure funding so fast. No wonder Elodie had been abruptly removed from the project leadership team, and no wonder she now acted with such authority on the military

take center stage

mind, Elodie was just a paper

folder shut, her face barely changing, but a cold, silent laugh played at the corners of her mouth. "That makes sense," she said with quiet

wondering how a man like him could possibly care about her, or even "like" her. Now it was clear-Elodie simply didn't have the skills, so she used money

asked, "President Fielding, what

her phone, sending Jarrod a message to meet for

that much capital? The answer was obvious—it must have

she were Mrs. Silverstein. The thought left a sour taste in

VistaLink Technologies project's development. But just as

inside without another word, making it clear she'd lost interest. Seymour

wrapped up work early that afternoon and made her way to the hospital around four. Emile's