Kirsten took a deep breath, a heavy feeling settling in her chest. She turned back into the elevator and pressed the button for Danielle's floor.
Back in the hospital room, Danielle was on her laptop, working. Although Alexander had said he would take over the system integration for the F-07 project, project files from Nash still arrived in her inbox every morning like clockwork. It wasn't that Alexander was doing a poor job, but the code logic and module architecture contained too many of Ninesky's technical details. She couldn't rest easy without reviewing it herself.
"Working again?" Kirsten walked in with a bowl of warm chicken soup and gently pushed the laptop screen down. "The doctor said you need to limit your screen time. It's bad for your eyes. Didn't Alexander say he'd handle it? Can't you give yourself a break?"
Danielle rubbed her throbbing temples, closed the laptop, and picked up the spoon to take a sip of soup. "He's doing a good job. It's just that there are some interfaces that connect with Ninesky's internal systems. I need to double-check the parameters to avoid problems later." She paused, her voice softening slightly. "It's a collaborative project, after all. I can't let Ninesky be the one to hold it back." Kirsten knew she was just putting on a brave face.
Meanwhile, in his office at NextCore, Alexander was frowning at a system architecture diagram on his screen. Nash stood beside him, cautiously handing over a document. "Mr. Davidson, these are supplementary notes that just came in from Chief Engineer Crawford. She's adjusted a few values for the third module's interface parameters, saying it will improve compatibility."
Alexander took the file, his gaze falling on the dense annotations. He lightly brushed his fingertips along the edge of the paper. Her handwriting was neat, the notes precise, pointing out even the most subtle logical flaws—exactly like she always used to be when she worked. "Implement her adjustments," Alexander said. "And sync the latest progress report with her so she doesn't have to worry."
"Yes, sir," Nash replied. He was about to leave when Alexander stopped him. "How is she doing?"


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