"No one in this entire facility has managed to crack the R-Virus," Simon stated flatly. "Subject 1152, whom your Team A tossed in the trash, is now sitting up and talking off oxygen because of her. She creates miracles daily. Why on earth would I let a genius like her slip away?"
Connor asked, "What if she fails this final test?"
Simon replied with absolute certainty. "She'll pass it flawlessly."
Connor nodded. "I'm genuinely looking forward to working with someone of her caliber."
Audrey Sinclair, standing just a few feet away, overheard their entire exchange.
From Simon's unabashed stare, she caught the heavy, unmistakable scent of obsession. Men were all hunters at heart. The moment a prey caught their eye, they attacked relentlessly. Once upon a time, Simon had looked at her with that exact same predatory gaze.
As evening approached, Maeve finally wrapped up her grueling workday.
Just as she stepped into the elevator on Sub-Level 4, a voice called out, "Hold the door!"
Maeve hit the open button. Audrey Sinclair jogged over, clutching a beautifully wrapped, heavy gift box.
Stepping inside, Audrey struck up a surprisingly friendly conversation. "Heading home, Miss Vance?"
Audrey didn't know much about Maeve's background, but judging by her cheap clothes, canvas bag, and generic digital watch, she assumed Maeve was from a dirt-poor family. Her whole outfit probably cost less than a hundred and fifty bucks. Giving a low-class girl like her a golden ticket into a high-society event should have her jumping for joy.
Maeve originally had no intention of running errands. But the moment she heard the names "Apex Group" and "Donovan Yarrow," she eagerly reached out.
"Hand it over. I never turn down a free meal."
Audrey hadn't expected her to agree so readily. She handed over the heavy box. "Thank you so much, Miss Vance, for making the trip to The Grand Horizon Hotel for me."
Maeve smirked. "Don't mention it."

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