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    If this was Ste’s idea of identifying talent, it was borderlineical. Flora, meanwhile, typed with steady, practiced ease.


    The problem was tough, but not unfamiliar. She’d seen something like it before. All she had to do was stay calm—and trust herself.


    Ten minutes ticked by. Then twenty.


    By the thirty-minute mark, Docie’s smirk had returned. But then—Flora hit the enter key with a note of finality.


    “Ms. Gilbert,” she said, turning away from the screen, “I’ve solved it.”


    The room went still. Flora herself looked stunned—like the words hade out before she fully believed them. She had been so afraid of messing up. But somehow… she did it.


    The other engineers leaned in toward her screen.


    “Wait—seriously? It’s working!”


    “No way, Flora—you’re a genius. We didn’t even know you had this in you!”


    Flora’s cheeks flushed pink as the praise washed over her. Her eyes flicked toward Ste, filled with gratitude.


    “Thank you, Ms. Gilbert,” she said softly. “Thank you for believing in me.”


    Ste smiled. “There’s a lot of untapped talent in this department. It shouldn’t go unnoticed.” Then, her gaze shiftednding directly on Docie. “Wouldn’t you agree, Ms. Myers?”


    Docie stiffened, her expression souring. Flora? Seriously? How was that even possible?


    Still unconvinced, she pushed past Flora and leaned over the terminal,bing through the code.


    But no matter how hard she searched, she couldn’t find a single error.


    Not one.


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    Ste stood beside them, arms folded, coolly observing.


    “Flora,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “from now on, you’ll be the lead on the Haywood project. If any tech issuese up, you’ll take point.”


    The entire floor buzzed. That was it—Flora had just been brought onto one of Neb’s biggest projects.


    Docie’s face twisted.


    “Ms. Gilbert, I’m supposed to be the technical lead on that project. Flora’s not experienced enough for that responsibility.”


    Ste arched an eyebrow. “She just solved a problem you admitted you couldn’t,” she said calmly. “Everyone here saw it.” Her voice was firm, final. “Talent deserves a spotlight, Ms. Myers. I suggest we start letting more people shine.”


    Before Docie could argue again, Ste nodded once and turned to leave. “It’s decided.”


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