Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 125

That afternoon, following the family event, Wren didn't get to see Leo.

She had planned to drop by after he finished school.

But the moment the conference room doors closed, Phoebe Price slid a new printed email across the table. Her expression was much colder than usual.

"Additional queries from The Institutional Review Board."

Wren took the document.

Seven dense bullet points lined the page.

The boundaries for data collection are insufficiently defined.

Long-term tracking authorization for post-op patients needs expansion.

The protection mechanism for minor demographics requires a complete revision.

Will algorithmic rehabilitation assessments result in a shift of medical liability?

None of these points were entirely unreasonable.

In fact, they were highly professional inquiries.

But when Wren reached the final bullet point, her fingers stilled.

Is there a risk that a commercial entity might leverage charitable rehabilitation initiatives to prematurely monopolize patient data resources?

Phoebe leaned against the conference table, her voice dropping low. "That last sentence doesn't sound like it came from The Ethics Board."

Standing nearby, Maya Merritt flipped through another stack of files, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. "The first six points are standard procedure. The last one is a targeted attack against us."

Wren remained silent.

Outside, the sky was overcast, casting the team's reflections against the glass walls of the conference room. Stellaris's project team was small. Lately, almost everyone had been pulling all-nighters for this post-operative rehabilitation assessment system. Algorithms, demographic samples, clinical partnerships, patient follow-ups—every single step felt like trudging through thick mud.

She wasn't afraid of audits.

Medical projects were supposed to be heavily scrutinized.

What she feared was someone turning the audit process into a weapon.

When Julian York walked in, the scent of hospital disinfectant clung to him. He had just stepped out of surgery and hadn't even had time to take off his white coat. A trace of exhaustion lingered in his eyes, but he looked incredibly sharp.

"I read the email," he stated. "The questions aren't entirely bad news. It shows they're genuinely evaluating the real-world risks of the implementation. But that last point—someone definitely fed them that narrative."

Phoebe glanced up. "Dr. York, you're way too optimistic."

Julian chuckled. "It's not optimism, it's a doctor's instinct. The deeper The Ethics Board digs, the more solid the project will be in the long run. But regarding that final point, someone definitely tipped them off."

Wren set the paper down. "Langford Medical."

It wasn't a question.

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