"Ian mentioned it to me," Xavier said, meeting Eleanor’s eyes with a candid gaze.
Eleanor nodded. "Yes, this time it was a special invitation from the Secretary of State. We're all truly honored to be a part of it."
"Absolutely! Just getting invited shows how impressive you are," Xavier added, a hint of envy in his voice.
Eleanor smiled modestly. "You flatter me."
For a moment, Xavier’s eyes grew thoughtful, as if there was something he wanted to ask but wasn’t sure how to put into words. He hesitated, the unspoken question hanging between them.
Just then, Xavier’s phone rang. It was Mrs. Vaughn, reminding him to bring Vivian home.
"Alright, Mom. We’re just about to leave. I’m here with Eleanor—just chatting," Xavier replied.
"Oh! Are you two having dinner with the kids? No rush, then. Take your time, enjoy your meal and your conversation. There’s no need to hurry back," Mrs. Vaughn said, her tone instantly changing.
Xavier couldn’t help but laugh. "Got it, Mom."
"I thought you were on your own with Vivian! It’s still early, come home whenever you’re ready," she added, then hung up.
Just as he put his phone down, Eleanor’s phone buzzed with a message.
She glanced at the screen—it was a text from Mansfield.
"At the airport. Boarding soon, heading back to base. Just wanted to let you know," Mansfield wrote.
Eleanor read the message for a few seconds, then typed her reply: "Safe travels—take care."
"Thanks, looking forward to our next meeting," Mansfield responded almost instantly.
Beside her, Xavier watched, lost in thought.
"Was that Major General Ellington?" he asked casually.
Eleanor nodded. "Yes, he’s flying back to base."


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