The next afternoon, when Eleanor and Joel arrived at Meridian Dynamics for their meeting, they immediately sensed a shift in the atmosphere. Where people used to find brief moments to catch their breath between tasks, now everyone was hunched over their desks, working with intense focus.
Inside Byron’s office, the tension was just as heavy. He slid a folder across the desk toward Eleanor. “Miss Sutton, Mr. Goodwin has asked us to prioritize this line of research. He wants you to lead the team.”
Eleanor flipped through the file, her brows knitting together. “This is a risky direction. It’ll require extensive experiments and validation.”
“Mr. Goodwin said resources aren’t an issue.” Byron gave her a meaningful look. “He seems to have a lot of faith in your abilities.”
Eleanor closed the folder. “Alright. I’ll do my best.”
Back in her lab, Eleanor took a closer look at the documents. The project was focused on chronic lymphocytic leukemia—right now, bone marrow transplants were the only real cure. Their collaborative experiment was aimed in exactly that direction.
If she took the lead, Eleanor knew her workload would skyrocket.
Meanwhile, Byron’s office phone rang. He picked up. “Hello? Who is this?”
“Did she agree?” Ian’s voice came through.
Byron sat up, startled. “Mr. Goodwin, it’s you! Yes, Miss Sutton agreed.”
“Good. Make sure you support her research completely.”
“We’ll give Miss Sutton’s team top priority,” Byron promised.


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