How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 387

She figured there had to be a record somewhere.

When Charlie heard about it, he was a little surprised, but he didn’t think much of it. In any case, it was a problem that could be solved.

Something this minor wouldn’t put a dent in Elodie’s capabilities.

Elodie and Alexander spent most of the day shut away in the Sterling family’s study, each poring over a computer, digging through storage folders and the company’s database.

Esmeralda called several times during this stretch.

Some companies had already jumped ship to Neural Intelligence, looking to terminate their contracts with VistaLink Technologies, blaming VistaLink for the issue.

Elodie showed no hesitation. “Fine—let them out of their contracts. But from now on, take them off VistaLink’s list of approved partners.”

Alexander agreed. Business was always fickle, but sometimes picking sides too early was just another way to bring about your own downfall.

It wasn’t until early the next morning that Alexander suddenly stood up. “Found it!”

Elodie, feeling lightheaded from the long hours, waved him over. He slid the laptop across, and she scanned the screen. Hidden in a folder from five years ago, she found her original, far more detailed and technically advanced draft.

Elodie’s voice was cool and measured. “Well, I suppose it’s time to return the favor.”

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The VistaLink Technologies contract fallout was spreading.

Sylvie heard about it too.

She barely looked up from the data files she was reviewing. It was the third day since the crisis began, and VistaLink still hadn’t issued a statement to clear their name.

She knew very well this could be a devastating blow for them.

“President Fielding, Mr. Silverstein and Mr. Nilsson are here,” her assistant announced softly.

Sylvie finally smiled and rose from her desk. When Jarrod entered, she walked over to greet him. “Maurice invited us out for lunch, but I got tangled up with some managerial headaches and just had to come ask for your advice again. I hope I’m not imposing?”

She worked long hours and often needed Jarrod’s help navigating things she didn’t yet understand. He never seemed to mind—he was always patient and attentive with her.

No wonder Henrietta had come to talk to her; it was obvious how much Jarrod looked out for her.

Jarrod gave her a reassuring glance. “It’s nothing. The company’s still young—there’s a lot to learn, and it all takes time.”

Sylvie handed him her laptop to look at.

Behind them, Maurice let out a dramatic sigh. “If Jarrod’s around, there’s no room for anyone else in your eyes, huh? How long do I have to stand here before I’m noticed?”

Sylvie chuckled, shooting her a playful look. “Jarrod really is special—I can’t deny that.”