Eleanor nodded. Just then, Faye stepped out of her office as well. To properly welcome York’s arrival, Byron had decided to gather his whole team at the entrance.
Joel approached, and Faye took the lead. “Joel, come with us.”
Joel stepped into the elevator, holding the door until Eleanor joined, and together they headed downstairs.
Faye glanced at Eleanor, her mind lingering on the neural interface project that still hadn’t launched. The challenge was unprecedented—even Eleanor’s usual brilliance struggled to find traction here.
A faint smile tugged at Faye’s lips. Rumor had it that Dr. Windsor’s researchers had already made a breakthrough in this field; perhaps Eleanor would finally be outpaced.
The elevator reached the first floor, and the group moved toward the lobby. From a distance, Eleanor spotted Ian at the entrance, speaking quietly with Byron.
Faye noted Ian’s presence and realized just how important today’s meeting was.
Ian’s eyes rested on Eleanor for a few seconds before shifting to the doorway, where a black sedan was pulling up.
Ian led Byron outside to greet the arrivals. York stepped out of the car, accompanied by four team members. Ian offered his hand. “Welcome, Dr. Windsor.”
York, in stark contrast to his last meeting with Ian, smiled warmly and shook his hand. “Mr. Goodwin.” His gaze soon found Eleanor, and his smile widened. “Eleanor.”
“Mr. Windsor.” Eleanor stepped forward, greeting him, and nodded in acknowledgment to Tanya and Julian Grant, the couple standing at York’s side.
Everyone knew about Eleanor’s history with York—she had nearly joined his team herself.

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