Chapter 139
Mamie had seen her share of beauties in Capital City, but this young woman was
something else altogether.
If Anthea ever strutted down the boulevards of downtown, Mamie was sure she’d cause a sensation that would ripple through the city like an earthquake.
Caught off–guard by Anthea’s stunning presence, Mamie snapped to action, bustling about to make coffee.
“Please, have a seat.”
Sherman twirled a pen between his fingers, gesturing with the ease of a gentleman for Anthea to sit.
Mamie hurried over with freshly brewed coffee, “Your coffee, miss.”
“Thank you.” Anthea took a sip and set straight to business, “Let’s cut to the chase and discuss my fee.”
Sherman glanced at his assistant, who promptly produced a pre–prepared check.
Taking the check, Sherman slid it across the table to Anthea, “Fill in the amount you see fit.”
What confidence, fitting of a big shot!
Anthea wasn’t shy but scribbled a number down, ready to pass the check back for his approval.
However, Sherman didn’t bother to look, asserting confidently, “Once I say something, I never go back on my word. Keep it.”
How straightforward!
Anthea tucked the check away neatly.
Sherman clapped his hands. Instantly, someone handed him a laptop, “Ms. Yeager, I have some troubling data here. Would you mind taking a look?”
“Of course.” Anthea nodded, not one to be outdone in generosity.
The assistant passed the laptop to Anthea, who after a brief inspection said, “It’s no big deal, give me ten minutes.”
The room filled with the rhythm of keystrokes until Anthea paused and looked up at Sherman, “What’s going on with this?”
Sherman moved closer, peering over her shoulder, “Where’s the issue?”
Anthea pointed to the screen, and Sherman, Jeaning in to see clearer against the light,
rested one hand on the table and the other near the screen, explaining. This is where multiple users are overlapping their datasets…”
It was only after finishing his sentence that Sherman realized their proximity.
They were close enough that his chin nearly brushed her hair, soft as silk with a faint fragrance.
Anthea, focused solely on the data, was oblivious to their closeness. A mere turn of her head would graze her lips against his jaw.
After resolving the data issue, Sherman straightened up and retreated to his seat, sipping his coffee to cool the unexpected heat within.
Anthea, engrossed in her work, her delicate fingers dancing across the keyboard, resembled a beautiful and untouchable statue.
Daniel stood by, watching Anthea in awe, as realization dawned on him.
Anthea was indeed Phoenix–YC.
Only someone of her caliber could handle such complex data with ease.
Ten minutes later, Anthea handed the laptop to Sherman, “Any more issues?”
Sherman checked and nodded, “All good.”
A two–month puzzle for others was solved in minutes by an eighteen–year–old. Had he not witnessed it himself, he’d never have believed in such prowess.
He wondered if the Morris family would regret their decision to sever ties with Anthea, especially since it was Daly who had initiated the separation.
Had they not taken such drastic steps, Anthea might have acknowledged their past.
kindness.
Alas, her future triumphs would now have no connection to the Morris family.
“Ms. Yeager, I’m sorry,” Daniel approached Anthea, red–faced with embarrassment.
He couldn’t believe how foolish he had been, not realizing the extent of her capabilities.
Anthea glanced at him, “It’s fine.”
Relieved, Daniel pulled out a pristine white shirt he’d prepared earlier, “Ms. Yeager, could ! trouble you for an autograph?”
