“The Secretary of State is reportedly paying close attention to the drug trials and had a warm conversation with the lead researcher, Eleanor.”
The news anchor’s voice echoed through Goodwin Manor.
Magdalen thought she must have misheard. Delighted, she turned to her grandson. “Ian, did I just hear Eleanor’s name on the news?”
Ian nodded. “Yes, she’s actually at The Kingston Hospital right now.”
Mansfield’s grandmother, Mildred, was visibly excited. “Eleanor’s really going places! Even the Secretary of State visited her work in person. That’s something, truly something!”
Gina, who had been chatting with the housekeeper, overheard and paused mid-sentence, sighing quietly to herself.
Ian sat fiddling with a toy block, lost in thought, until Evelyn’s small face appeared in front of him. “Daddy, are you still going to play with me?”
Snapping back, Ian gave her a gentle smile. “Daddy just needs to make a quick phone call, then I’ll come right back and play.”
He picked up his phone and dialed a number. On the other end, someone answered and told him privately: the Secretary of State had spent more than fifteen minutes alone with Eleanor.
Ian’s mind flashed back to Thanksgiving night, recalling how Eleanor and Mansfield Ellington had hit it off. And now, she’d just had a private meeting with Mansfield’s father. Ian’s grip on his phone tightened as he looked out at the ink-black night, the darkness outside no match for the storm brewing in his eyes.
Three days later.
Eleanor received her new assignment from Simone, wrapped up her current work, and began packing her bags.
The original plan was to stay only ten days, but in the end, Eleanor ended up leading the project for fifteen.
She was eager to return to Ashford City—her heart was there, with the people who mattered most. And with the new school year beginning for her daughter in just a couple of days, she couldn’t bear to miss it.
While waiting at Kingston International Airport, Eleanor’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Xavier, asking about tomorrow’s first day of school.
“I’m about to board now. I should make it back today,” Eleanor replied.
“Great!” Xavier didn’t ask anything else.
Though she didn’t want to trouble him, he was already here. So Eleanor smiled graciously. “Thank you. Next time, dinner’s on me.”
“By my count, you owe me two dinners now,” Xavier teased, a grin tugging at his lips.
Eleanor paused, remembering she’d promised him a meal after he helped her buy a car nearly a month ago—something she still hadn’t made good on. She felt a pang of guilt.
“Deal. I’ll make sure it happens,” Eleanor said, laughing.
The two of them walked side by side out of the airport. Neither noticed that, in the crowd behind them, someone was making a call.
“Did you get her?” Ian’s voice came through on the other end.
“Miss Sutton landed, but—” Gavin Young hesitated before telling the truth, “Mr. Vaughn just picked her up.”
There was a pause on the line. “Understood. You can head back,” Ian said quietly.

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