Eleanor didn't say anything right away. Instead, she moved through the lab, carefully inspecting the rest of the equipment. It didn't take her long to spot several machines that had clearly been refurbished—the subtle scuffs and mismatched parts gave them away. Even with new labels slapped on, you could see the telltale signs if you looked closely enough.
When she stepped out into the hallway, she found Joel cornered by Faye, who was animatedly talking his ear off. Joel glanced over as soon as he saw Eleanor and quickly excused himself. "Faye, let's talk another time."
"What, Joel? Is there something wrong with my suggestion?" Faye protested, clearly taken aback. She turned, following his gaze—and of course, she spotted Eleanor.
It never failed: whenever Eleanor was around, Joel's attention immediately shifted, and whatever patience he had for Faye evaporated.
Eleanor didn't bother with pleasantries. "Joel, have you seen Jude?"
"He's in the big office down the hall. Is something up?"
"Yeah, I need to talk to him," Eleanor replied with a nod.
Just then, Faye's phone rang. She glanced at the screen and lowered her voice as she answered. "Hi, Dad."
"Faye, I heard you all went over to check the lab equipment today. Everything's alright, isn't it?" Roland's voice came through the phone.
Faye had just done a quick inspection of her own lab. She laughed lightly, "Of course, everything's fine!"
"I got you all the newest models—no way there's a problem," Roland said, brimming with confidence.


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