How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

He couldn't help but feel a little regret about the whole thing-his own son didn't even have half a chance now.

"Elodie, Charlie and I have already submitted the recommendation letters ahead of time, and all the necessary procedures still need to be followed. There's also another round of background checks."

Elodie understood perfectly well that any department handling this would be extremely strict.

Background checks were an essential step.

She nodded. "Understood. I'll get my part submitted as soon as possible."

As the conversation turned to the background check, Jarrod tapped thoughtfully on the table. Of course he knew this was part of the process. If things went quickly, they'd have the results by next month.

The other leaders at the table were here today mostly for Elodie and Jarrod; over tea, the conversation kept circling back to what would happen next.

Once most of the food had been served and Klein had had a couple glasses of wine, he glanced at Jarrod. "Mr. Silverstein," he began, "with such an outstanding wife, you'd better cherish her. No wandering eyes."

Klein, in truth, had always liked Elodie better. He'd seen that woman named

Sylvie tagging along with Jarrod at industry events, and there'd been rumors. With such a good woman as Elodie, he truly hoped she wouldn't end up hurt.

His words landed abruptly.

hovering

Ms. Fielding

knew exactly what Klein

address the topic so directly, without a hint of avoidance. For the first time, he gave a clear explanation, right in front

her completely

to have an epiphany. "Oh... I see. My memory isn't what

shook his head politely. "You were just looking

meeting her gaze with a frankness that was hard to

moment before understanding-he was just saying what needed to be said. With their status, it was important to keep up

best of both

before, back at Patricia's exhibition when she'd just returned from abroad. This time, too, there was a hint of provocation, though couched in

She lowered her head and picked at a piece of tender pork rib,

it to Elodie, then smiled faintly. "It was my mistake in hiring before but as for

Jarrod to be even quicker than she was-she'd barely noticed the

smiled. “You're right, Mr. Silverstein.

catching Jarrod's words, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Under the table, she sent

glanced at her

his words. Men like that sure know how to play