By the time they stepped outside, it was already noon.
“So, after witnessing firsthand how badly that news story hurt us, you want to launch a new project?” Gian fixed Danielle with a level look. “Some things you need to weigh carefully. There are others who can do your job—you should consider whether you’ll actually have the bandwidth for this.”
But Danielle already had her own plans mapped out.
“Deploying drones for firefighting needs to move up the agenda,” she said, her tone firm. “We have to drive down costs. I want to see them in every district, every county, even every small town eventually.”
Modern society was riddled with safety issues.
Technology existed to serve the people.
Artificial intelligence couldn’t—and shouldn’t—replace humanity. But it could step in for humans in dangerous situations.
Gian nodded. “I’ll take the lead on this. If you have new ideas, keep me in the loop.”
Every new project came with its own set of challenges.
Gian handed Danielle a folder. “There’s a government meeting coming up. They want you to be the keynote speaker. Before you head out on your next trip, make sure this is squared away.”
Danielle lowered her eyes for a quick scan of the documents.
“I’ll be ready.”
After the fire in Northridge City, the government had scrambled to respond.
Now, they were hosting a summit on smart technologies—a high-profile event to attract investment. Companies from across the region would be lining up to participate.
Kirsten swept into the office, her grin as bright as sunlight.
“Win the lottery or something? You’re practically glowing,” Gian teased.
“There are things even better than a windfall,” Kirsten shot back. “It’s not like I’m hard up for cash, so why get excited over pocket change?”
Gian propped his elbow on the desk and looked at her expectantly. “Let’s hear it, then.”
“Millie’s running around like a headless chicken,” Kirsten said with a smirk. “Word is, Alexander’s not even bothering with her anymore.”
“She’s trying to dodge lawsuits and somehow still expects her paycheck to go up—meanwhile, she’s hustling for every scrap of business, but all she gets are cold shoulders.”
Kirsten’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Separated from Alexander Davidson, who even gives her the time of day? Now their company’s buried in debt and she’s losing her mind.”
Danielle listened, surprised.
“They’ve got their own son in the mix. There are deep family ties—and a future heir. Of course they’re not letting go. Rafferty is the Davidson family’s next in line.”
Kirsten looked like she might explode.
“Disgusting,” she muttered. “They should just kick AetherX Dynamics out of Newsworld. Let Millie do whatever she pleases somewhere else—I can’t stand seeing her flounder under our noses.”
Danielle nodded mildly. “The accounts have already been settled. The Davidson Group paid all outstanding debts. They’re taking full responsibility.”
She’d known all this—handled it, in fact, the previous night.
Alexander had called her personally.
Their legal teams would be meeting to finalize the contracts and close out the payments.
“I thought he’d actually cut her off,” Kirsten grumbled. “If that’s the case, why is Millie still running around begging for favors like a stray dog?”
Gian shrugged. “Women don’t like to show weakness in front of the men they care about—especially when problems come up. She wants to prove she can handle things on her own.”
“Especially with someone like Alexander,” he added.
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