Finally, he let out a long sigh. "So be it. We'll leave it to fate."
"What if the project turns out to be a good one?" Noreen tried to comfort him. "Don't be so pessimistic." In her mind, even if the project had its flaws, with Seth managing it, the outcome might still be positive.
"Let's hope so," Seymour replied, his voice heavy with resignation.
No sooner had she hung up with Seymour than Sanford Brooke called. They had exchanged contact information when they met at Halley Joyner's house. He, too, was calling to ask about the high-temperature superconductivity project.
Noreen gave a more diplomatic answer. "I've looked into it. It has potential."
Sanford, unlike his son, was a seasoned veteran of the business world and far more perceptive. Hearing Noreen's carefully worded response, his heart sank. "Well," he said with a hint of melancholy, "I suppose we can consider it a learning experience for him." It was the kind of sentiment only the truly wealthy could afford, using a multi-billion dollar investment as a training exercise for their child.
As an outsider, Noreen refrained from offering any personal opinions. Sanford then asked her to look out for Henry, a request Noreen didn't accept. Besides, she doubted Henry would appreciate it. Sanford's sigh on the other end of the line was even heavier this time.
Sophia Cole came in with a snack for Noreen and noticed her pensive expression. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Noreen said. "I was just thinking about how difficult it is to be a parent." Two fathers, both worrying about their children's futures. It was a league of worried fathers.
Of course, it was their business, and Noreen's reflection was fleeting. Her attention was quickly captured by the soup Sophia had brought. "This soup is excellent today."
Henry was overjoyed for Bianca. He knew she could do it! She had always been the most brilliant person he knew.
After thanking the professor, Henry rushed off to find Bianca, eager to be the first to share the good news. Bianca had arranged to meet him at a fine dining restaurant. On the table, she had placed a vase of lilies of the valley—his favorite—and had asked the waiter to light a candle. When Henry arrived and saw the scene, his heart pounded in his chest. He thought she had forgotten, but she remembered everything.
Back in business school, he had worked up the courage to confess his feelings to her, presenting her with a bouquet of lilies of the valley. "You remembered," Henry murmured, his voice soft.
"Of course, I do," Bianca replied. "It was a sincere gesture, and every genuine feeling deserves to be remembered."
In that moment, Henry knew he had given his heart to the right person.

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