Trevor then added, “Then, will you talk to Grandma?”
Celeste didn’t even need to ask to know there was no way Martha would agree to her walking away with nothing
She asked instead, “If we don’t change the divorce agreement, when can we get the paperwork done?”
“It should be within this year.”
It was only March now, meaning there was still quite some time left before the end of the year. She figured she could wait a few more months. But still…
Trevor asked<b>, </b><b>“</b>Anything <b>else</b>?”
Celeste didn’t respond and simply hung up the phone. The moment she ended the call, her phone rang again
It was Beck.
He told her that Shanice had caught the flu and wouldn’t be able to <b>leave </b>the house for the next couple of days, so their weekend ns would have to be postponed.
Hearing this, Celeste said, “That’s fine. We’ll reschedule once Shanice feels better.”
She was a little worried about Shanice, so she added, “Let me know when she’s feeling better<b>.</b>”
Beck could hear the concern in her voice. He chuckled and said, “Alright.”
After exchanging a few more words, they ended the call.
Celeste then focused on developing a new model for herst project. So, she spent most of the weekend at home, working.
On Monday, Celeste reviewed some documents in her office before heading to the interview room.
The fourth candidate paused at the door instead of stepping in. Seeing that Matthias wasn’t there, he asked, ” Matthias isn’t here?”
Celeste nced up and replied, “No.”
Upon hearing this, the man gave her a once–over, then <b>raised </b>an eyebrow. “You’re Celeste Rodriguez?”
“<b>Tam</b>.” She didn’t ask how he knew–it wasn’t hard to guess. Instead<b>, </b>she got straight to the paint. “Since he’s not here, do you still want to continue the interview?
The man hesitated for a moment, then studied her again before finally taking a seat. “Alright, let’s do it.”
Seeing hisid–back attitude, Celeste asked directly, “How do you want to proceed?”
Her question seemed to surprise him he clearly didn’t expect her to ask something like that.
So, he raised an eyebrow. “You’re saying I can do the interview however I <b>want</b>?”
“Tell me what you have in mind.”
The <b>man </b>pulled a <bptop </b>from his backpack, fiddled with it for a bit, then handed it over to Celeste. He leaned back, propped one leg over the other, and casually sucked on a lollipop while tilting his head to watch her.
Celeste nced at the screen–it was a long string of code. She skimmed through it briefly, said <b>nothing</b>, and
immediately began making modifications.
It didn’t take her long
After finishing, she turned theptop back to face him and said, “Done.”
The man, still biting his lollipop,zily sat up and took a look. After just two nces, he froze. Then, astonished, he lifted his head to stare at her.
The code he had written <b>was </b>already of high quality. But in just a short time, Celeste had not only gone through the entire thing–she had optimized it.
Her modifications significantly improved its modrity, efficiency, and scbility.
How was this even possible?
Strong programming skills weren’t everything, but he had never encountered someone this good before.
Excited, he braced his hands on the table and leaned in, his eyes practically glowing as he stared at her.
“Your name is Celeste, right? That’s a nice name. What school did you graduate from? How long have you been out of school? What projects <b>have </b>you led? Can you tell me?”
He was a little too close.
Celeste leaned back, widening the distance between them. Then she asked, “Do you still want to continue the interview?”