How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 535

When Sylvie arrived at Eldrion Global, an assistant promptly escorted her upstairs.

Watts’s office was on one of the upper floors. As Sylvie walked in, résumé in hand, Watts happened to glance up from his desk. His eyes narrowed slightly as he gestured to the chair opposite. “Please, have a seat, Ms. Fielding.”

Sylvie searched his expression for any sign of surprise or awkwardness, but found none.

She smoothed her skirt and sat down. “Mr. Aldridge, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m here today because I’m genuinely interested in Eldrion Global. I’d like to join your team.”

Watts waved to his assistant for coffee, then chuckled at her directness. “And what exactly do you mean by that, Ms. Fielding?”

Sylvie pushed her résumé across the desk toward him. “This is my detailed CV. If you find my qualifications suitable, would you consider giving me priority?”

Watts, of course, knew quite a bit about recent events.

Especially those concerning Elodie.

There was the art exhibition, and rumors that Neural Intelligence had changed hands. Now Sylvie was suddenly here, résumé in hand—

It seemed the rumors were true.

“Didn’t Mr. Silverstein already make arrangements for you?” Watts raised an eyebrow, tapping a finger on her résumé.

Sylvie’s tone remained composed. “This is about my own career. I have my own plans and Jarrod’s already helped set things up for me. But I came to Eldrion Global because I’ve heard about your outstanding leadership, Mr. Aldridge. If I could work with you, I believe we’d make a great team.”

Especially since Watts still...

Her gaze flickered, but she kept her thoughts carefully hidden.

In fact, she felt almost grateful for having stayed active after returning home, for all the connections she’d made.

Watts gave a careless shrug, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Actually, I’ve always been curious about something.”

He looked at her. “You seem to assume that I’ll make an exception for you. Ms. Fielding, can you tell me—am I misunderstanding something? Or is it possible that you’re... misreading my intentions?”

Sylvie froze.

Feeling he’d made himself perfectly clear, Watts didn’t pursue the topic. Instead, he rapped his knuckles on her résumé without even glancing at it. “Eldrion Global isn’t short on talent, and we’re not looking for special hires. I’m afraid today’s visit was a wasted trip, Ms. Fielding.”

His words left no room for negotiation.

He might as well have been showing her to the door.

Sylvie’s expression finally darkened.

Eldrion Global was top-tier in every respect. Their roster was second to none. She’d assumed that if she could get in, it would set her up nicely for a prestigious third-round interview down the line.

But now—

Not only had she failed to secure a position,

She’d also been bluntly warned not to get any ideas.