When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0808

“Wait, hold on… why are you even asking this? Is rolling snowballs part of our lab’s annual performance review? No way…” Silas stared at Paul incredulously. Was snowball–rolling a new requirement for researchers?

“Be serious,” Paul snapped. “Don’t joke around. I’m asking you something important, so stop laughing.”

Silas looked completely baffled. “What Northemer doesn’t know how to roll a snowball? You don’t?”

Paul remained silent, his expression stiff.

Silas’s jaw dropped. “You seriously don’t know?”

Paul was still silent.

“So, what’s the plan here?” Silas folded his arms, now entirely invested in this bizarre conversation.

Paul glanced outside. “The snow’s pretty thick out there.

“And?”

“We go outside, and you teach me how to roll a snowball.”

Silas blinked continuously, utterly speechless.

No way. No way! Was this the same workaholic, research–obsessed man who couldn’t tear himself away from experiments? And now, in the middle of work hours, he wanted to take him outside to roll snowballs?

“Paul, do I look like a snowball to you?”

He ignored the jab.

in disbelief, then burst out laughing. “You’re really serious? You want to

“Yes.

him for

the South,

face. “I’ll teach you. It’s easy. I won’t even

dramatically. “I have two experiments left, and

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help. You’ll have to find someone

hesitation.

jaw dropped again.

you think?” Paul

the spirit!” Silas smirked, clearly enjoying this.

face darkened. “Say

vacation yet. I’m planning

withering look.

yes or no. Those are my terms, and they’re non–negotiable. You’ve got three seconds to decide. Three…

me,”

go play in the

You have to do it

the 100th time, he

Paul said

minutes passed, and Silas finally threw his hands up in defeat. “Let’s

replied firmly.