Chapter 597:
Eileen and Benjamin had already planned for these contingencies, so they called a meeting with several village officials.
Bryan, who had been appointed the project liaison by the villagers, also attended the meeting.
Eileen and Benjamin proposed three precautionary measures and discussed which one would be the most effective.
The villagers were excited to see such actionable plans being developed so quickly.
âMs. Curtis, Mr. Nash, you two are so capable and talented. Could you leave your contact information? In case of emergencies, we could reach out directly,â one of the villagers asked.
Benjamin handed over a business card. âHereâs my card. Feel free to call me anytime.â
Someone then turned to Eileen and asked, âAnd what about Ms. Curtis?â
âIf you get in touch with him, youâll reach me too. After we return, weâll be together most of the time, whether itâs during work hours or not,â Eileen replied, glancing at Bryan.
At the end of the table, Bryan lifted his head and glanced her way.
Eileen continued, âMr. Nash and I are catching a flight tomorrow morning. If you need anything while weâre gone, you can contact Raymond.â
As Eileen turned her gaze away and prepared to leave with Benjamin, Bryan, who had been silent, unexpectedly spoke up. âMs. Curtis, can we have a talk alone?â
The villagers exchanged puzzled glances.
âMr. Dawson, whatever you have to say, you can say it here,â Eileen said as she settled back into her chair.
Discover more at gαâηÏνâ¯âsâ¤com âIt would be better to discuss this privately,â Bryan replied.
âWe donât know each other well enough to require privacy. We only discuss work matters. To avoid any misunderstandings, please speak openly here, or not at all,â Eileen said.
Bryan glanced over at Benjamin.
âLetâs step outside,â Benjamin suggested, leading the others out of the room.
The room was furnished with chairs that were uncomfortable to sit on.
Bryan stood up abruptly, his knee colliding with the unforgiving edge of a chair. But he didnât seem to feel any pain.
He walked to Eileenâs side, maintaining a cautious distance between them.
âAre you angry with me?â he asked.
âMr. Dawson, whatâs this about? I donât see why Iâd be angry with you. I barely know you,â Eileen replied, not even looking at him.
Bryanâs lips tightened in understanding as he saw through Eileenâs facade. He had discovered long ago that she had been putting on an act.
âIâve arranged a flight for you tomorrow afternoon. Are you going back or not?â Eileen said directly, turning to face him.
Their gazes locked, the air heavy with unspoken words. Eileen couldnât remember the last time she had looked at him like this.
It felt like a distant echo of a dream, but it didnât bring her any joy.
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