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.

be the one to fix it. Live and learn, right?

of Neural Intelligence's funds had already been funneled out over the past few days.

still couldn't get over

when Alexander put Elodie on the front lines, she was both a scapegoat and a decoy-meant to draw

lips pressed into a thin line, a trace

of the aftermath, though he hadn't given her any specifics. She hadn't wanted to do it, but

she had learned the hard

because she knew she couldn't compete with Sylvie on a technical playing field. It was

Jarrod will figure something out," Maurice

secretariat bustled

stopped one of them to ask about Jarrod

administrative department seemed to be converging on the main conference

You're welcome to wait in the lounge," Keith said as he passed, not forgetting to have Sylvie's favorite

them. t

caught the aroma of her favorite

always remembered the little things, even when everything else

just

of familiar faces-some shareholders from The Silverstein

Analytics-emerging from the

elevators.

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the disbelief was clear in

is a