“I’ve already informed Professor Langley of my decision. There’s nothing left for us to discuss.” With that, Eleanor took her coffee and headed toward her office.
“I’ll come by in half an hour,” Ian said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Before Eleanor could reply, he hung up, the dial tone buzzing in her ear.
Annoyance tightened in her chest. Ian’s tone still made it sound as if she were the dependent Mrs. Goodwin she used to be, always following his lead.
She didn’t care whether he came or not. Once this new drug trial wrapped up, she’d be gone, just like she’d planned.
Meanwhile, down the hall, a young researcher named Nina knocked on Simone’s door. “Professor Langley, do you have a minute? I’d like to talk.”
Simone nodded. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”
“I happened to overhear your call last time—you mentioned setting up an independent PI position for Eleanor. I was wondering if I could join her lab. My thesis was focused on this area, and I’m sure I could—”
Simone paused, surprised, and looked at her. “Let’s talk about this later, all right?”
“Why? Aren’t you planning to establish the new PI for her next month?”
Simone sighed. “That was the plan. But Eleanor’s getting ready to leave. She’s moving on.”
“What? She’s leaving, even with all these resources?” Nina was stunned. She’d been hoping to join Eleanor’s team.
“We’re still trying to persuade her to stay,” Simone said with another sigh.
“Yes, that’s what Professor Langley said. She’s still trying to convince her to stay,” Nina replied.
“Nina, if I get the independent PI position, you’ll be the first person I bring onto my team,” Faye said warmly.
“Really? Thank you, Faye!” Nina was elated, hoping Faye would get the chance.
Back in her office at Meridian Dynamics, Faye set her phone down and clutched the front of her blouse, hardly able to contain her excitement. Eleanor was leaving the lab? That was the best news she’d heard in a long time.
Once Eleanor left, she’d be like a lone bird out in the world—talented, yes, but without a platform, her chances of success would shrink dramatically.
Sure, another lab would take her in. But who else would be as generous with resources as Ian? In a field built on rivalry and ambition, Eleanor was destined to become someone else’s stepping stone.

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