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Watts must have given up.
He turned to leave for the restaurant, but just then, he spotted Sylvie stepping out of a car nearby.
She’d clearly seen him already—her face unreadable, her gaze gliding right over Elodie before she headed straight inside.
As Sylvie climbed the stairs, she frowned for a moment.
Watts had just gotten out of Elodie’s car.
When did those two get so close?
It made Sylvie take a second look at Elodie. Meeting with Watts privately—her intentions couldn’t be clearer.
In some ways, Elodie really did have a knack for these things.
Still, Watts wasn’t the sort of man to be easily swayed.
Sylvie walked over to a table where Selma was already seated. Selma was finally out of the hospital and feeling well enough to come out for dinner.
As soon as Sylvie sat down, Selma asked, “Jarrod’s birthday is coming up—any plans for how you’ll celebrate? Elodie isn’t going to pull any tricks to get Jarrod out of the way, is she?”
“She won’t,” Sylvie replied coolly. “She doesn’t have that kind of influence over Jarrod.”
Selma grinned. “True. It’s your first birthday together. Why not throw him a party? Invite more friends, make it feel special.”
Sylvie’s lips curled in a half-smile. “I’ll talk to him about it later.”
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Elodie spent her break time proofreading her thesis, then submitted it without a moment’s delay.
After that, she headed to Nexus Analytics to handle some outstanding equity paperwork with Jason.
There, she ran into Jarrod, who’d come by to sign some documents.
The three of them found themselves squeezed together in the elevator—a tense, awkward encounter.
Jarrod’s eyes flicked to Elodie. She stared straight ahead, refusing to meet his gaze.
“Mr. Silverstein,” Jason piped up quickly, greeting Jarrod.
Jarrod gave him a curt nod.
The silence in the elevator was suffocating.
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