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 you

"No need, really. I'm just headed

up but didn't press for

across

glanced over. From their vantage, they could see crowds milling in and out, luxury cars pulling up

on over there?"

art show. Apparently, she's made a name for herself overseas-this is her first exhibition

watching the scene with a flicker of

knows how to draw a crowd, doesn't

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.

has it, Mrs. Haywood's only offering ten paintings

That's how

have that lunch soon and

Mr.

long after, several invitations were

the art

Elodie glanced at them.

was addressed to VistaLink Technologies. The

the rest of her family, yet it had been delivered along with

face darkened immediately. "Of all places, they had to pick the building right across from VistaLink Technologies? Afraid we might not notice

flooding in and out, as

this show really

deliver the invitations in