Gwenda beamed, “We’ve all been looking forward to having you back!”
Eleanor glanced at Gwenda’s open, guileless face and couldn’t help but trust her words. She smiled and nodded in response.
Now that Faye was gone, Gwenda seemed much more grounded and focused on her work. In fact, she’d even received praise from Simone Langley recently.
“I’m heading to the break room anyway—they’ve got a new coffee bar set up. I’ll bring you a cup.”
“Thank you,” Eleanor replied with a nod.
Her office was spotless and neatly arranged. Eleanor set down her laptop and stood by the wide window, gazing out at the city skyline. The view was spectacular; the entire atmosphere here felt invigorating.
A short while later, Gwenda returned with a steaming cup of coffee. The rich aroma filled the room as Eleanor sipped gratefully, powering up her computer to review data and prepare for the ten o’clock meeting.
At ten sharp, everyone gathered in the conference room. Simone turned to Eleanor. “Did you wrap up things on the other side?”
“It’s all been handed over. I’ll be focusing entirely on the current research project now.”
Simone nodded with approval. “Good. Now that you’re free from the other responsibilities, I want you to give this project your full attention. Upper management is watching the progress closely.”
Eleanor’s fingers tightened unconsciously around her pen. Was Ian still pushing for faster results?
The meeting ended at eleven. Back in her office, Eleanor decided to seek out Simone for a private conversation.
As she stepped out into the hallway with her folders, she caught sight of a tall figure ahead, speaking on the phone. Ian’s tone was icy and commanding. “Send more people to the Everprosper negotiations. I need those patents.”
Sensing someone behind him, Ian glanced over his shoulder, his gaze sharp. When he saw Eleanor, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Eleanor met his gaze, then walked past him, clutching her documents.
While Eleanor was talking with Simone, Ian knocked and entered the office. Simone looked up, a bit surprised. “Ian, what brings you here?”
“I’m here for a project update,” Ian replied. Even in a plain white shirt, he exuded an undeniable authority.
“I was just discussing some details with Eleanor. Why don’t you join us?” Simone offered.
Ian gave a slight nod and deliberately chose the armchair furthest from Eleanor.
Recently, Simone had been supervising Eleanor’s experimentation. As Simone described the current progress, Eleanor listened, acutely aware of Ian’s gaze fixed on her. She pressed her lips together in irritation.
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