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."

brow. "At least let us see you

head. "No need, really. I'm just

looked up but

modern art building across the road. "Right there. I've

their vantage, they could see crowds milling in and out, luxury cars pulling up to the entrance, the place bustling with

on over there?" Alexander's curiosity was

knowing, even a touch 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

gaze to the glass, watching the scene with a flicker of emotion in

really knows how to

Ableson shrugged, as if imparting a little secret. "Well, it's not all Ms. Fielding and 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, not

only offering ten paintings for sale-every

all transparent. That's how

just apologized, "Let's have that lunch soon and talk more. I should

escorted Mr.

invitations were

the art show

Elodie glanced at them.

was addressed to VistaLink Technologies. The other... was for

grandmother and the rest of her family,

all places, they had to pick the building right across

and out, as high-profile as

was this

bothered to deliver the invitations