How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 405

The meeting time was set.

It wasn't until Tuesday that Elodie managed to carve out a window in her schedule

to head over to The Silverstein Group.

That afternoon.

Maurice Nilsson happened to be free, so he came along with Sylvie to The Silverstein Group's office.

The past few days had left Sylvie completely frazzled. She was up until the early hours, still negotiating contract terminations with partners.

When Neural Intelligence first launched their new system, VistaLink Technologies was mired in a plagiarism scandal. That bit of luck had sent a string of business opportunities straight to Neural Intelligence's door.

But now, with Terrence's team's latest system accused of infringing on VistaLink's patents, the tables had turned. Neural Intelligence had been ordered to cease and desist, and naturally, those promising partnerships were falling apart. Not only did contracts need to be dissolved, but Neural Intelligence was also expected to shoulder their partners' losses.

All Sylvie could do was try to keep the remaining partners calm. If another crisis erupted, the company's finances could freeze up overnight.

"I called Jarrod earlier-he's tied up this afternoon. Mind waiting a bit?" Maurice, well aware of the mountain Sylvie was facing, glanced over with concern.

"It's fine, I actually wanted to ask him about some contract issues anyway." Sylvie rubbed her forehead, exhaustion etched deeply into her features.

Maurice considered this. "Why not just let Jarrod handle the whole mess for you? It'd save you a lot of trouble."

Sylvie, brilliant though she was in technology, was still finding her feet in corporate management-especially now, with the company in such turmoil. It was a lot for anyone to handle.

to fix it.

been funneled out over the past few days. If things got worse, she'd have to ask her mother to help cover

this?" Maurice still couldn't

hindsight, it was obvious: when Alexander put Elodie on the front lines, she was both a scapegoat and a

lips pressed into a thin line, a trace

specifics. She hadn't wanted to do

had learned the

Elodie-she was only making things difficult in places like this because she knew she couldn't compete with Sylvie on a technical playing field. It was weakness,

will figure something out," Maurice offered, trying to

the secretariat bustled past in

one of them to ask

administrative department seemed to be converging on the main conference room, everyone moving with

Mr. Silverstein has a meeting scheduled now. You're welcome to wait in the lounge," Keith said as he passed, not forgetting to have Sylvie's

them. t

aroma of her favorite blend, some of the

chest finally eased. Jarrod always remembered the little things, even when everything else was falling

isn't just an

group of familiar faces-some shareholders from The Silverstein Group and even

Analytics-emerging from the

elevators.

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but the disbelief was clear in his

a