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Novel How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue by Miss Lyra
Even though Elodie sometimes found VistaLink Technologies’ hiring decisions baffling, she couldn’t deny the talent of their other engineers. Any one of them plucked at random would be remarkable in their field.
She gathered her notes, not bothering to check what was happening with Sylvie across the room. Rising from her seat, Elodie headed for the door.
As she passed Jarrod’s desk, he swiveled in his chair, lifting his eyes to her. “Feeling any better?”
His first words were a show of concern—at least on the surface—but his tone was as cool and unreadable as ever.
Elodie paused, her gaze chilly as she looked at him. “You want to ask about what I said to Sylvie, right? No need to beat around the bush.”
Jarrod tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the desk, neither confirming nor denying, just holding her in his steady gaze.
She disliked everything about this situation—especially Jarrod’s ambiguous stance. It was obvious he was taking Sylvie’s side, disrupting the peace she so valued.
“Don’t worry,” Elodie replied, her voice turning even colder. “I don’t have the time to care right now. But I can’t guarantee that’ll always be the case.”
As long as Sylvie didn’t bother her, she wouldn’t retaliate. Elodie was confident Jarrod would understand her meaning.
Finally, Jarrod stood. He was tall enough that he had to lower his gaze to study her face, a faint, indifferent smile tugging at his lips. “Getting a bit feisty, aren’t you?”
After a brief pause, he added, “Have it your way.”
His smile was impossible to read—neither warm nor cold. To Elodie, it seemed to carry a silent challenge: Go ahead, try me.
It was nearly noon, and she and Alexander were already planning to head out for lunch. As they made their way downstairs, Jarrod and Sylvie joined them. Outside, they spotted Maurice by his car, waiting by the curb.
Maurice’s eyes flicked over to Elodie, and he grinned. “Mr. Sterling, Ms. Thorne, care to join us for lunch? I’ve made plans with a few friends today.”
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