When fate plays its hand
When fate plays its hand Chapter 814

Chapter 0814

“Role model?” Paul asked.

“Mm–hmm,” Miranda replied.

Paul’s curiosity was piqued. “Sounds like there’s a story behind that?”

“Not a story–a inishap.”

“Can I hear about it?”

“It’s not a secret. It happened because we skipped the review step and ended up making a mistake with a decimal point. The data set was Madison’s responsibility. When she found out, she acted like the sky had fallen.”

Paul couldn’t help but be drawn in by the sparkle in her eyes. “What happened next?”

“Sebastian immediately retrieved the incorrect data and spent two all–nighters fixing it before reuploading the corrected version.”

Madison, who had been perpetually struggling with her diet, surprisingly lost seven pounds during those two days from stress. She even shed some hair. Sebastian, typically a stickler for routines, let her take three days off without pushing her to wake up early for a

run.

“Oh, by the way, Dr. Jefferson, why did you come by today? Was there something specific you needed?”

Paul nodded. “Yes.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB drive. “The rare topic references you asked for are all here,” he said.

Miranda’s eyes lit up. “You found them this quickly?”

“I reached out to a few friends abroad. The articles that aren’t available through domestic search engines are easier to access there.”

“Thank you! I owe you one again.”

“No need to return the favor.”

“How could I not?”

Paul smiled. “Didn’t you just treat me to a meal? Homemade by Mrs. Garrison Senior, no less. Honestly, I feel like I came out ahead.”

He ended up staying the entire afternoon. When Miranda asked if he didn’t need to return to his lab, he simply said, “Everyone’s on holiday.”

1/2

While Wizance worked at her sturion, Paul se dea with his kong ating per the Stacer que et affirough the virtue in sens tasks, horft were equally feet

By die time Winant finsheet word. It was dearly 50 m

eating in all det

Miranda packet og her things. “Not yet I’m gong my grandma’s for dinner tonight. *

King the haft der in the past couple of days, Paul died his laptop and offered,

“It’s already past 6000 pm. Why isn’t Mimi here yer?” Fiona stood near the door, glancing at the clock and peating through the lage window at the gate outside.

“Den’t worry,” Acen reassured her. “Sam said he told her to come over for dinner, and Mimi agreed She’ll definitely come.”

“You’re right.” Fiona nodded “Mirni never says she ‘I do something unless she means it She promised she’d come, so the be here

“Why don’t you sit down for a moment?” he suggested. “All this pacing around must be

Flona frommed. “Sam said he wasn’t busy with work this moming, so how does he suddenly have an urgent matter right after giving Mimi her lunch? Leaving her to come akkne…. If I’d known, I would’ve sent a driver to pick her up!”

“You can’t predict emergencies,” Aren replied. “And Mimi’s not a child. Do you really think she’d get lost?”

She didn’t seem to hear a word he said, continuing instead to grumble about Sam’s lack of reliability.

“You’re not any better!” she suddenly snapped at Aren.

He blinked in confusion. “What did I do?”

“You just sit there fiddling with your tea leaves. It’s annoying to watch!”

Aren stared at her, bewildered. At that moment, the sound of an engine outside broke the

tension.

“She’s here!” Fiona exclaimed.