How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 322

Charlie didn't waste any time. "It's good you've separated. Now focus on yourself."

"As for grad school, thanks to your previous results in the U.N2 project and my recommendation to waive your preliminary exams, you just need to prepare the paperwork. When the time comes, go straight to the interview. Treat it as a formality—think of it as an experience."

Elodie was taken aback.

But Charlie didn't give her a chance to ask questions-he hung up without another word.

Typical Charlie. Ornery as ever, the old man.

Still, this opportunity for grad school was an unexpected gift. If she'd followed the usual process, she'd have to wait another year.

But then again-

Elodie thought of Sylvie. She seemed to have similar plans for grad school. As for the details, Elodie didn't know and didn't care to dwell on it. Other people's plans were their business.

She just wanted to do the things she'd set her mind to.

At the very least-

No regrets.

she take five days off. The forced break did her some

door. "Ms. Thorne, the team from Neural Intelligence

Sterling and the others

yet. I checked-they'll be about

gathered her things and headed for

reviewing documents. She looked every bit the poised, polished executive-elegant, self-assured, the very image of a

mood Sylvie was in, walked straight to the front

way. She directed her attention to Galen, who followed behind. "Mr. Sterling still

politely, "President Fielding, would you mind waiting a little longer? The meeting's scheduled for

dismissive air. "So, Mr. Sterling and Ms. Mercer didn't bother to leave anyone in charge at VistaLink? For a project this critical, shouldn't someone capable be here? If you leave it

she had doubts about Elodie's fitness for the job after that incident at dinner, when Elodie had fainted and ended up

really a

had Elodie's

at Elodie, obviously