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

smiling, Mr. Ableson shook his head. "No need, really.

up but

out the window at a modern art building across the road. "Right there. I've been invited to an

milling in and out, luxury

going on over there?" Alexander's

expression turned 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

gaze to the glass, watching the scene with a

smile faded. "Ms. Fielding really knows how to draw a crowd,

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

has it, Mrs. Haywood's only offering

how you cement your place

Mr. Ableson didn't linger, just apologized, "Let's have that lunch

escorted Mr. Ableson

invitations were delivered to the

the art show

Elodie glanced at them.

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

invitation for her grandmother and the rest of her family, yet it had been delivered along

the building right across

and out, as high-profile

this show

to deliver the