"Next, let's focus on the sensor error correction plan. Lorie, any new progress on your algorithm model?" Danielle asked, lifting her gaze to Lorie's window on the screen.
Lorie, framed by the floor-to-ceiling window of a hotel room with glittering city lights behind her, was sitting on a sofa. Just as she was about to speak, a familiar figure flashed across the corner of the screen—Alexander, dressed in loungewear and holding a glass of water, walked past the camera as naturally as if he were in his own home.
Danielle's hand, resting on the mouse, froze. Her heart felt like it had been squeezed by an invisible hand, a suffocating ache spreading through her chest. She took a deep breath, forcing her gaze away and tapping her fingers lightly on the desk. Her voice was steady, betraying no emotion. "Lorie? You can begin."
Lorie, seemingly oblivious, nodded with a smile. "The initial iteration of the error correction model is complete. I’ve uploaded the data to the shared document. The test error is controlled within 0.3%, which meets the expected standard."
As she spoke eloquently, Alexander appeared in the frame again. He leaned down and whispered something to Lorie. The microphone filtered out his voice, but Lorie’s tender smile as she looked up at him was perfectly clear.
Danielle lowered her eyes, staring at the dense data in the document, forcing herself to concentrate on work. They were engaged; living together was perfectly normal. She had no right and no standing to be upset.
The meeting continued until the end, when Lorie suddenly stopped her. "Chief Engineer Crawford, wait a moment."
"What is it?" Danielle asked.
"I’ve just arrived in Nexus Prime and don’t know the area well. I'm looking to find a place to live near the Aerospace Institute to make work more convenient," Lorie explained. "Since you've been in Nexus Prime for so long, could you recommend a few good neighborhoods?"


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