Caleb's booming, cheerful voice blasted through the speaker. "Seraphina! If you'd waited another second, I would've assumed this number was disconnected."
Seraphina couldn't help but chuckle. "Of course not."
"You've practically been a ghost all these years. Ignored my messages, never called, and completely vanished from all the alumni meetups."
She traced the metal railing of the balcony. "I'm sorry."
"Hey, I'm not here to guilt-trip you. I called about The 'Volt & Velocity' Green Energy Summit. Are you interested in entering?"
Seraphina froze. "Me?"
"Yes, you."
"I've been out of the industry for way too long. I'd have to relearn everything from scratch."
Caleb scoffed. "You severely underestimate your own talent."
"Caleb, don't flatter me."
"I don't have the time to kiss your ass. Professor Monroe hasn't praised many students over the years, but you're the only one he brings up constantly."
Her grip tightened on the phone. "Professor Monroe still remembers me?"
"Obviously. You dropped out so suddenly, the research team was in chaos for half a month. Whenever he sees a new paper on our old topic, he always curses about what a waste it was losing you."
Seraphina lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry. It was incredibly irresponsible of me."
Caleb dropped his jovial tone. "Seraphina, I heard about... ah, never mind."
"We all take the wrong path sometimes. But you can't just stand there punishing yourself forever."
A thick lump formed in her throat. "Caleb."
"I originally wanted to drag you straight back to The Green-Tech Research Institute, but I knew you'd refuse. That's why I'm pitching this summit to you as a backdoor. Enter the competition, post some stellar results, and the doors will open up for you on their own."
She spoke in a breathless whisper. "I want to try."
"That's what I like to hear."
"But I'm going to need time to catch up on the latest research."
"Figured as much. I already ordered a research manuscript for you at The Sisyphus Bookstore. I'll forward the digital receipt to you right now. Go pick it up and start reading tonight."
A genuine smile finally broke across her face. "Most people let you read at your own pace. You're demanding results before I even have the book in my hands."
"Because I know how brilliant you are."
"You're just as ruthless a slavedriver as ever, Caleb."
"I can only exploit people who actually have the talent to back it up."
The crushing weight finally lifted from her chest. "Alright. I'll go pick it up."



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