When Danielle got back to her apartment, her phone rang just as she was changing her shoes.
It was Gian.
She answered, and before she could say a word, she heard his voice on the other end. “Tell me the truth. Did Alexander give your work to someone else?”
Leaning against the wall in the foyer, Danielle unconsciously traced the edge of her phone with her fingertip. “Yeah,” she said softly. “He had Lorie take over for now. Said he was trying to lighten my workload.”
“Lighten your workload? Sounds to me like he's just tossing you aside now that the hard work is done!” Gian fumed. “A leopard can't change its spots. He never takes these projects seriously.”
Listening to his righteous anger, Danielle felt surprisingly calm. She closed her eyes, Alexander's “it's just temporary” and the image of Lorie speaking confidently at the technical meeting flashing through her mind.
“Gian, don't be angry,” she said quietly. “At the end of the day, we're just partners with NextCore. I'm the resident engineer they sent over, not their employee. How they manage the project is their business. I shouldn't get too invested.”
“But that was your baby,” Gian said, taking a deep breath. “You poured everything into that wing spar stress analysis.”
“You just had your procedure last week, but you kept working, worried about falling behind. And now, someone else gets to use your results as their stepping stone.”
At the mention of the procedure, a faint, pulling pain tugged at her abdomen. She walked to the sofa and sat down, taking a sip of the warm water on the table. “It was my baby, yes,” she said, her tone softening. “But this is a major national project. As long as it moves forward successfully, it doesn't really matter who does the core work.”
“Besides, maybe this is for the best. It gives me a chance to rest. I'll just go with the flow. There's no point in fighting it.”
It wasn't that she wasn't hurt, but she had come to terms with it. In the face of capital and power, an individual's efforts sometimes felt incredibly small. If Alexander wanted to promote Lorie, she couldn't stop him, and there was no reason to try. Rather than dwelling on the bitterness of being replaced, it was better to use this time to recover. After all, her health was her most important asset.
Gian was silent for a few seconds on the other end, then his tone softened. “I'm glad you can see it that way. To be honest, I think you really do need a break.”


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