How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 322

Charlie didn’t waste any time. “It’s good you’ve separated. Now focus on yourself.”

“As for grad school, thanks to your previous results in the U.N2 project and my recommendation to waive your preliminary exams, you just need to prepare the paperwork. When the time comes, go straight to the interview. Treat it as a formality—think of it as an experience.”

Elodie was taken aback.

But Charlie didn’t give her a chance to ask questions—he hung up without another word.

Typical Charlie. Ornery as ever, the old man.

Still, this opportunity for grad school was an unexpected gift. If she’d followed the usual process, she’d have to wait another year.

But then again—

Elodie thought of Sylvie. She seemed to have similar plans for grad school. As for the details, Elodie didn’t know and didn’t care to dwell on it. Other people’s plans were their business.

She just wanted to do the things she’d set her mind to.

At the very least—

No regrets.

Alexander had insisted she take five days off. The forced break did her some good; by Tuesday, she felt recharged and was back at work.

At ten in the morning, Galen appeared at her office door. “Ms. Thorne, the team from Neural Intelligence is here for the disaster relief project kickoff.”

Elodie nodded. “Mr. Sterling and the others aren’t back yet?”

“Not yet. I checked—they’ll be about half an hour.”

Without hesitation, Elodie gathered her things and headed for the conference room.

As she entered, she spotted Sylvie sitting on the couch, reviewing documents. She looked every bit the poised, polished executive—elegant, self-assured, the very image of a high-flying professional. When Sylvie heard footsteps and saw it was Elodie, her expression cooled by several degrees, though she tried to hide it.