Before today, they’d only texted each other. Randall’s ideas were strikingly simr to those that had debuted in Aubree’s past life-though, perhaps because it was still early, they were still a bit rough around the edges.


    His past-life trajectory was clear. He would first find a few like-minded partners to form a team, and then, after graduation, they would rent a studio and develop their game.


    Today was the day they’d agreed to meet and discuss things in detail. Randall expressed his intention to start his own studio and hoped to secure investment from Bree Technology.


    However, Aubree had her sights set on recruiting him into Bree Technology.


    If all went as nned, she’d bring him into Bree Technology to spearhead otome game development. Not just with a sry -he would get an equity stake too.


    Given that Randall was a cash-strapped college student, Aubree took the initiative to treat him to this meal.


    Still waiting for their food, the two sat by the window.


    “Mr. Galvin, have you considered my proposal for an equity stake in exchange for your technical expertise?” said Aubree.


    Randall’s face betrayed his inner conflict. Of course, his first instinct was to start his ownpany, but epting this youngdy’s offer would be far more convenient.


    Join Bree Technology, and they will have everything ready for us,’ he wondered.


    But he couldn’t be sure if Aubree would genuinely appreciate his creative work, Randall thought to himself.


    Randall asked, “Miss Miller, if I join Bree Technology, can you guarantee I won’t be kicked to the curb once I’ve outlived my usefulness?”


    “Of course,” Aubree said confidently. “We’ll draw up a contract. The gaming division will set up a dedicated studio for you to lead. You pick your team-whatever you need, I’ll provide. Plus, you’ll get equity, and you’ll have the final say in the studio.”


    ‘Really?’ Randall hesitated as he wondered. ‘If she can really pull this off, maybe it’s a good idea after all.’


    ‘What I fear most is thesepanies treating my brainchild as nothing but a cash cow.’


    “Miss Miller, aren’t you asking for anything in return?” said Randall.


    Aubree said, “Of course, I do. I need to review and approve all candidates for the core management team, and I must retain decision-making authority over personnel appointments.”


    “Of course.” Randall nodded. Compared to the generous terms she’d offered, this was a small price to pay.


    ‘After all, she’s thepany owner-no matter how much authority she grants me, there’s no way anyone would be brought on board without her approval, he wondered.


    Randall was so won over that he agreed before the appetizers even arrived.


    “The contract will be ready soon,” Aubree thought cheerfully. She was genuinely pleased-while her current team waspetent in software development, game development would be a real stretch for them.


    She knew what kinds of games could be developed, but honestly, she was not well-versed in this field.


    It’s better to leave professional matters to the professionals, Aubree thought.


    Outside the restaurant, inside the ck car, Ethan and Samson in the front seats were practically piled on top of each other, straining to get a better view.


    Things were a bit better in the back, but Kelvin didn’t dare drape himself over his boss to peek outside-he could only crane


    his neck as far as he could.


    “Mr. Turner, Miss Miller doesn’t know me. Why don’t I go check things out inside?” Kelvin couldn’t hold back any longer.


    “We can’t hear a damn thing they’re saying from out here, he thought anxiously.


    Bowen rubbed his temples, his gaze fixed on the two chatting happily by the window. “Quit staring. I’m not even here because of her,” he grumbled.


    Kelvin rolled his eyes. ‘If we’re not here for Miss Miller, then what-just here for dinner?’ he wondered.


    Bowen then added with feigned indifference, “But since I’m such a considerate boss-Kelvin, you must be hungry? Go grab a bite at that restaurant ande back. I’ll wait.”


    Kelvin couldn’t help but roll his eyes inwardly.


    Ethan and Samson wondered, ‘Mr. Turner is even faster at making excuses for himself.


    Kelvin finally stepped out of the car. Feigning nonchnce, he walked into the café and, coincidentally, took the seat right behind them.


    Kelvin propped the menu up high enough to fully conceal himself, deliberately sitting with his back to Aubree.


    With their business concluded and the meal still far from over, Randall casually asked Aubree a couple of questions about her studies and personal life.