In the blink of an eye, a week had passed. Willow and her team had moved into the base last Thursday. Tomorrow was Friday—Christmas Day, no less—but their base didn't bother with Western holidays. The official break wouldn't start until Saturday.
Maurice had originally wanted Willow to stay at the base and keep him company while he worked overtime, but she'd turned him down flat.
She had plans this weekend.
There was a show she absolutely had to see.
"You're abandoning me," Maurice grumbled, but there was nothing he could do. He'd have to burn the midnight oil alone this weekend.
Progress on the project had been so exhilarating, so addictive, that Maurice secretly wished everyone would just cancel their weekend plans and keep crunching data and running tests alongside him. If only people approached vacation the way he did—skipping the unnecessary breaks—he was convinced that within a year, they'd have a high-performance, cutting-edge stealth drone ready to stun the world.
And when that happened, the whole world would be watching.
But before all that, something else was about to set Kingston City abuzz.
*
That evening, the city was already stirring with excitement: Miss Rosamund, the newly-crowned international film star, had just returned home in spectacular fashion. She announced on her official website that she'd be attending a film press conference tomorrow at ten in the morning, hosted at Kingston City's most luxurious venue, The Grand Hotel.
The event promised to be packed with reporters, socialites, and business tycoons. The moment the news broke, it became the talk of the town.
Evelyn, connected thanks to her family's stake in the film, had heard about the event well in advance. She'd even landed a small but well-crafted role in the film.
Evelyn's features were naturally sweet, so the stylist played to her strengths, giving her a look that softened her youthful sharpness and made her appear effortlessly elegant.
Major's compliments were all for Evelyn, but in reality, his gaze drifted right through her to imagine how Willow would look in this same outfit and makeup—how stunning, how utterly captivating she would be.
He'd later done a bit of digging with some old classmates, only to learn that Willow had been a freshman when he was a senior, which explained why he'd never heard of or seen her back at university. By the time he graduated, Willow was just starting college.
One friend who'd stayed on as a student advisor mentioned that Willow had a reputation for always coming in second on every exam, every single semester for four years straight. She even had a nickname: "Second Place for Life."
Major thought to himself that consistently getting second wasn't easy—it took a special kind of talent.
And with that, his curiosity about Willow only deepened.

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