Faye hadn't seen Joel in Simone's lab for several days, and Eleanor hadn't shown up for nearly two weeks either.
Their absence had put Faye in a restless mood. This afternoon, there was a meeting scheduled, and both Joel and Eleanor were on the agenda. Surely they'd have to show up for that, right?
At half past two, Faye glanced at the time on her phone. Just then, she heard footsteps in the hallway. The door swung open, and—sure enough—Joel and Eleanor entered together.
It almost looked as if they'd come straight from the same place. A flicker of jealousy crossed Faye's eyes. Were they living together now?
Simone strode in, clutching a stack of papers. "Good, everyone's here. Let's get started."
The meeting focused on gene editing, regenerative medicine, and the role of artificial intelligence in both. Simone praised Joel for his AI-driven drug discovery and cellular simulation proposal.
"Professor Langley, I can't take full credit for that," Joel corrected her. "Eleanor was actually the one who came up with the idea first."
Faye scoffed inwardly. Joel was practically tripping over himself to hand all the credit to Eleanor these days. Was he trying to cement her reputation as a medical prodigy, or was he just afraid she'd be exposed as a fraud?
"Is that so? Eleanor, why don't you walk us through your vision? Where do you see this going?" Simone turned to her, a spark of genuine curiosity in her eyes.
Eleanor spoke modestly. "Joel and I developed this plan together." Then she launched into a detailed explanation—how artificial intelligence could accelerate drug screening and shorten development timelines, how virtual cell technology could model tumor behavior and make targeted drug design more feasible.

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