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.

was public knowledge, the change in people's attitudes

secretarial department. The assistants inside were busy with their work, but as soon as they caught sight of

Elodie had once been the Silverstein Group's PR manager-a role with virtually no connection to Mr. Silverstein

wondering if they'd ever managed to offend

what they were

around,

off a pair of

some work matters."

up and moved to

out. Back at that dinner the other night, he'd clearly overheard the conversation about the materials. Yet

"They sent you to try the

then changed the subject. "Mr. Silverstein, you're free to

was impossible to

hurry. She waited

quietly,

asked, "Price? Contract length? How do you

all, once this was finalized, it would involve a staggering sum-hundreds of millions over the next

move back home.

fell

she'd misheard. Her perfectly arched brows