How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 325

Elodie had barely had a moment to breathe these past two days.

She'd received a last-minute notice from the academic board: she'd been invited directly to the interview stage. Suddenly, she needed to throw herself back into her studies and review everything as quickly as possible.

Even though she was confident, Elodie wasn't about to get careless. She made herself go over all the essential material again in her spare time-after all, she'd been away from academia for years. Nobody succeeds without effort.

This interview slot had been opened especially for her. She owed it to her mentor not to let him down.

If she was going to do this at all, she'd do it to the very best of her ability.

Friday.

Elodie sat in a packed conference room alongside Alexander and dozens of engineers from the tech department, hashing out dense rounds of meetings.

They debated proposals for the flight control system, propulsion, navigation— every major system was on the table.

Just after noon, Mr. Ableson from the renewable energy division arrived.

Aside from the major government contract, Elodie had another project quietly in the works.

She discussed the concept with Mr. Ableson, whose interest and enthusiasm were obvious.

Once they'd wrapped up, Alexander offered politely, "Mr. Ableson, have you had lunch yet? If you don't mind, would you like to try VistaLink Technologies' cafeteria?"

Mr. Ableson waved him off with a friendly grin. "Actually, I'm just running an errand nearby. Maybe next time. I'm sure there'll be plenty more chances."

"At least let us see

need, really. I'm just headed across

up but

pointed out the window at a modern art building across

crowds milling in and out,

going on over there?" Alexander's

amused. "President Fielding's mother is hosting an art show. Apparently, she's made a name for herself overseas-this is her first exhibition since returning. I was lucky to

to the glass, watching the scene with a flicker of

smile faded. "Ms. Fielding really knows how to draw a crowd, doesn't

Mrs. Haywood, to be honest. Back in Eldermere, they're known but not exactly top-tier. The real power is Mr. Silverstein-most invitations came in his name,

Mrs. Haywood's only offering

to charity, all transparent. That's how you cement your place

didn't linger, just apologized, "Let's have that lunch soon

Mr.

several invitations

were from the art show across the

Elodie glanced at them.

The other...

her family, yet it had been delivered along with

they had to pick the building right across from VistaLink Technologies?

in and out,

this show really

deliver the invitations in