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Waldron didn’t hurry off today. Instead, he lingered, greeting people here and there. He seemed to be in reasonably good spirits—unlike his usual self, cold-faced and brisk, sending people away without the slightest courtesy.

When Elodie approached, Waldron had just finished dismissing another cluster of well-wishers.

He spotted her, let out a sharp huff, and started down the hallway with his hands clasped behind his back.

Elodie fell in step beside him.

Waldron’s assistant trailed just behind, intercepting anyone who tried to come over for a chat with a polite but firm refusal.

“Would you have a moment to speak with me?” Elodie asked, knowing full well that Waldron was, in his own way, granting her an audience.

He turned his head and gave her a sidelong glance. “These days, Elodie, you’re quite the star. Plenty of people are lining up, hoping for a word. Do you really need my permission?”

Elodie fell silent. That sharp tongue of Mr. Ferguson's—always unyielding.

But she took it in stride, keeping her tone respectful. “You’re too kind. I have to admit, I didn’t expect today’s spectacle either.”

Waldron finally began descending the steps, his pace unhurried, his tone far from warm. “Well, after today, your path will be smooth as glass. In the world of research, you’re in a league of your own now.”

Few in their field ever earned this much attention or acclaim.

Honestly, only Waldron himself and Charlie had name recognition that resonated beyond their immediate circles.

In other professions, unless someone made some extraordinary contribution or had already reached the top, who really knew their names?

From now on, Elodie would be a person of interest—everyone curious about what heights she might reach next.

Elodie understood that much, but what she couldn’t wrap her head around was something else entirely. “Back in the conference room, you said you knew the story behind Sylvie’s situation. What did you mean by that?”

How had Waldron gotten involved in the first place?

He cast her a slow, measured look. “There’s not much to say. These things come down to personal choice. One stray thought can make all the difference between good and evil. If her heart had been in the right place, she’d never have ended up here.”