How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Elodie was genuinely taken aback by his bluntness. Rubbing her temples in

exasperation, she realized she had little reason to come looking for him in the first place. "If it's inconvenient, then forget it."

After all, this SX Alloy project was going to be a long-term endeavor. Nothing would be decided overnight.

If he wasn't willing, it wasn't as if she could force him at knifepoint.

Just as she was about to hang up-

"The Silverstein Group. I'll wait for you."

It was as if Jarrod had read her mind, his tone leisurely as he spoke, and then- before she could say anything else he hung up.

With her answer in hand, Elodie didn't bother to revisit their earlier conversation. She swung her car around and headed straight for the Silverstein Group building.

It had been a long time since she last set foot in the Silverstein Group's headquarters. Now, as she walked into the lobby, the crowd surged around her, but more than a few heads turned, their eyes following every step she took.

At the reception desk, the staff were all professionalism and respect. One of them gave a deferential gesture. "Mrs. Silverstein, you can take Mr. Silverstein's private elevator."

Elodie accepted their courtesy with a polite nod and stepped into the elevator.

knowledge, the change in people's

reached the executive floor, she passed by the secretarial department. The assistants inside were busy with their work, but as

role with virtually no connection to Mr. Silverstein himself. She'd always kept a

everyone seemed to be racking their brains, wondering if they'd ever managed to offend her

were thinking. She

around, so

happened to look up from behind his desk, slipping off

discuss some work matters." Elodie sat down on the couch,

and moved to sit at an angle beside her. "I'm

at that dinner the other night, he'd clearly overheard the conversation

"They sent you to try the personal

have a personal connection?" Elodie retorted without thinking, then changed the

impossible to tell what problem he

a hurry.

quietly, "I

asked, "Price? Contract length? How do you want to structure

this was finalized, it would involve a staggering sum-hundreds of millions over

move back home. For

office fell utterly

Her perfectly arched