NovelUSACharlene and Jasmine kept playing their game, laughter echoing through the room.
Just then, Thorne's phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he stepped away for sprivacy before answering, "Hello?" It was Vesta on the other end.
Ever since the Axiom Flux Technologies press conference—because of Charlene, and because she was genuinely concerned about Neural Nexus Tech's future— Vesta's nerves had been on edge. Thorne hadn't reached out to her since yesterday afternoon, and now it was already past ten in the morning with still no word from him. Her anxiety only grew.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTrying to distract herself, she'd purposely left her phone behind during meetings and at lunch, hoping not to obsess over when he might finally contact her. But her resolve hadn't lasted long. After lunch, she gave in and turned her phone back on, only to discover she'd missed a call from him around eleven. Back in her office, she found a new research report on the future market for autonomous vehicles on her desk.
Reading through the report, she realized just how little she'd understood about the scope of the self-driving car industry. The market was far larger than she'd ever imagined. Suddenly, the future for Neural Nexus Tech seemed full of promise. Thorne had also included spointers on technical development in his report. By the tshe finished reading, the anxiety that had gnawed at her was replaced with a newfound confidence.
Composing herself, Vesta spoke, her voice tinged with relief and gratitude. "I was in a meeting this morning and left my phone behind. That's why I missed your call." "Yeah, I heard," Thorne replied. "Someone at your office told me." So he'd actually checked in with her colleagues when she didn't answer, just to make sure she was alright? The thought made her smile.
"I read the report too," she continued. "I know what I need to do next." "Good," Thorne said, his tone steady. "The market for autonomous vehicles is huge. If we can address sof our product's weaknesses, Neural Nexus Tech still has a lot of potential." "Alright, I understand." Vesta found herself softening, her voice gentle.
"Did Minnie's parent-teacher meeting go well? Have you eaten?" "Yeah, the meeting's over," he replied.
Vesta wanted to keep talking, but another call cthrough. She quickly excused herself and hung up, already shifting back into work mode.
Meanwhile, Charlene hadn't paid much attention to Thorne's call or who he might be speaking with. She glanced at the time; Jasmine's afternoon classes would start soon.
She wrapped up their game.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJasmine clung to her, looking up with pleading eyes. "Mom, can you takeback to school?" Thorne stayed silent, leaving the decision to Charlene.
Since the school wasn't far, Charlene agreed.
This time, Thorne didn't insist on coming along. He simply looked at Charlene and said, "Thank you."
Driving Jasmine to school was hardly a burden-a far cry from the difficult times she'd left behind.
Charlene said nothing. She just ruffled Jasmine's hair and said, "Let's get going. Jasmine beamed. "Okay!" Hand in hand, Jasmine waved goodbye to Thorne, then climbed into the car with Charlene. Thorne watched them drive away before heading to his own car and leaving as well.
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