The director sighed at their vocal concern. *1 didn’t want to worry anyone, but fine. It’s malignant ventricular arrhythmia.*
“Sir…?*
“That’s enough, I’m fine,” Dennis said sternly-he never told anyone because he did not want them to worry. “Anyway, I’m now announcing that I’m formally retiring, and Abigail here will be your director. Please give her your support so that I have peace of mind, or I don’t think I could leave this place in peace.”
“We will,“ Finn spoke up first once again.
Everyone agreed. “Don’t worry, sir. We will do our best to help Director Bernstein and develop the best artificial heart there is.”
It was the assurance Dennis needed.
“Good. You’re all good people,” he said, and added since he was in a good mood, “Lunch is on me.”
“Actually, I’ll pass,” Abigail said.
“What? You’re the main event…*
“I just read this paper about recurring issues in the pump,” Abigail replied. “The issue is the sheet was made too thick, and should be decreased from the current standard of 0.05 mm to 0.03 mm. I was just going to speak with the head of robotics about that.”
“But isn’t 0.05 mm the limit?”
Abigail naturally knew that it was difficult, which was why she wanted to discuss it with the head of robotics for options.
“You’re all in for a good time now. She’s a real workaholic.*
“Let’s learn from her example.”
Everyone was certainly impressed by Abigail’s ability to react and passion for her work.
Dennis clasped her hands behind his back. “In that case, you should all go back to work, and do your best. I’ll be going now.”
“I’ll walk with you,’ Abigail said.
In fact, everyone did and soon returned to work.
Time seemed to fly as Abigail had her discussion with Professor Novsky, the head of robotics.
She started to glance at her watch repeatedly around 5.30 PM-Diarmuid had told her to leave work early, since he would be there to get her.
That was why she decided not to work overtime.
“Alright, let’s stop here for today,” she suddenly said.
“Sure. I’ll reread the data, see if we can reach 0.03 mm.”
“Good.’
She was not in coveralls since she did not enter a lab, and she left work after briefly cleaning up her materials.
Diarmuid, who had already arrived and parked his car outside the building, wound down the window when he saw her step outside.
Abigail hurried when she saw that chiseled, handsome face. “When did you arrive? You could’ve called me.’
“Didn’t want to disturb you,” he replied.
Abigail got in. “Were you waiting for long?”
“Not really,” he said, and reminded her, “Seatbelt.”
However, they were about to drive away when Abigail spotted Seth, still prone on the ground.It must have been half a day!
“Stop,” she called out to Diarmuid before lowering the window and calling out to Eagle, who quickly walked up to her.
“Did you kill him?” she asked.
Eagle replied, “No, I made sure to pull my punches.’
“Then why is he still there?” Abigail asked.
“I think his leg must have broken when I threw him, so he can’t walk.”
Abigail was left perplexed by Eagle’s response.
Seth could not move because of a broken leg? He must be kidding!
“Why didn’t he call somebody to help him? Why is he still lying there?”
“He can’t talk, so it would be pointless to call anyone. And no one would touch him with me around.”
Abigail was speechless, while Diarmuid suddenly said, “Not bad.”
He certainly did not forget that Abigail had a crush on Seth before, and was naturally feeling schadenfreude from the situation!
“Thank you, Mr. Althoff.”
Eagle’s stern visage did not twitch as he replied respectfully.
Abigail was once again speechless. “Call an ambulance. He’ll affect passersby if he stays there.’
“Yes, ma’am,” Eagle replied, while Diarmuid drove off.
Eagle soon called an ambulance and followed it in his car.
“Let’s eat out with Tommy and visit the amusement park,” Diarmuid said.
“Okay,” Abigail nodded, and leaned on his shoulder. “Honestly, we’re both sub-par parents.”
“I’ll do my best from now on,” Diarmuid said.
“Me too,’ Abigail replied.
They headed home and took Tommy out, who was beside himself with joy.
He leaned into Abigail’s arms, his little feet dangling in the air,’ Mommy, I want to ride a train and have an ice-cream.”
Abigail patted his little head and said lovingly, “Okay.”
It was as if men got smarter after a break-up.
Zachary Slate’s company was expanding into many new businesses after Lulu Adams left the city.
In fact, he was now in New Kent, a city almost a thousand miles away to discuss a new project.
It was a mountainous area, and he was discussing a tourism project with a local developer.
He also needed to survey the area to see if it had the potential.
A location’s reputation depends on the marketing, and developers were reportedly interested in constructing a suspension bridge built on the highest sea level within the country.
The hype alone was enough to gain attention, although the initial investment capital was high and construction would take up to three years.
Zachary counted as an external investor, and the developers were naturally interested in signing him up too.
However, it was not a small sum and Zachary wanted further surveys.
Worried that he would bail, the local developers held a nice dinner for him in the evening-people always ease up after a couple drinks.
And after a few rounds, Walter Cash said, “We’re grateful you traveled all the way here, Mr. Slate. You’ve seen the site yourself, so what do you think?”
“You still owe me reports,” Zachary said.
“No problem, as long as you’re willing to invest,’ Walter said, refilling his glass while leaning closer to whisper into his ear, “It’s not just the mountains that are beautiful around here… our ladies are too.”
Zachary became drunk with that glass and started to wobble to his feet. “Time to go.”
“I’ll get someone to escort you,” Walter said and beckoned outside.
A pretty young girl entered, and Walter gestured for her to go with Zachary, and the girl compliantly did so.
His head muddled, Zachary blurted, “Lulu…”
The girl missed it, but she said, “Get in.’
Zachary stared at her then, seeing double images and then somehow taking her for Lulu.
His cool gaze turned heated abruptly. “Is that you, Lulu? Is that really you?”
The girl said, “You’re drunk.’
She closed the door to the taxi, which drove them to the hotel.
On the other hand, Zachary seemed to be convinced that she was Lulu. He caught her wrist as she mumbled, ‘Please don’t leave me.*
The girl was certainly aware that he had the wrong girl, but it was her duty to serve all his millionaire needs and bear with it.
Soon, the taxi arrived at the hotel and she helped Zachary inside.
When she swiped the card to unlock the door, however, Zachary suddenly pushed her away, wobbling even as he snapped, “Y-You’re not Lulu!”
The girl did a double take, but walked up to him again.” You’re drunk!”
“Who are you?” Zachary growled, narrowing his eyes. “S-Stay away from me.”
When he tried to push her away again, he stumbled backward in reflex and dropped on his bottom.
On the other hand, the girl was scowling after being pushed away twice.
“Look, I was paid to do this. Did you think I wanted to get all touchy with you?”
She wondered if she should go right then, since she was already paid and he could not do anything when he is this drunk.
It was no loss for her anyway, so she turned and left.
In the next room, Lulu was just bandaging a wounded man.
“I’m fine, really.” Martin York pursed his pale lips. “Sorry to bother you when it’s so late. You really should go.”
Lulu gathered her things. “Just be careful the next time you’re on the job. You’re lucky you weren’t killed this time.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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