Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 126

And now, Stellaris was facing the exact same dilemma.

Being real wasn't enough.

You had to make sure people heard you.

Meanwhile, in Langford Medical's boardroom, Willow stood in front of the projector screen. Her voice was gentle, yet unwavering.

"I believe we should avoid emphasizing technical parameters for this project."

The screen displayed her revised marketing proposal.

Pastel backgrounds, patient photos, heartwarming taglines. Every slide actively avoided aggressive corporate jargon, swapping them for words like "companionship," "reclaiming life," and "being seen."

Sitting at the far end of the long table, Jude Sinclair watched her present. His eyes held obvious approval.

Willow knew exactly how to speak.

She didn't display the sharp, overwhelming brilliance of an overachiever. Instead, she wrapped all her ambition in a soft, empathetic package, making it seem as though she weren't fighting for corporate resources, but advocating for a marginalized group of patients.

"Stellaris's technology is incredibly robust." Willow paused, acting as if she feared causing offense. "But right now, what The Ethics Board is concerned about isn't their capability to build the system. They're worried that once it's built, patients will be reduced to mere data points."

Several executives nodded in agreement.

Eleanor Langford was also in attendance.

She usually stayed out of corporate matters, but when Willow mentioned this was a charitable rehabilitation initiative, she decided to sit in. Hearing this, her gaze toward Willow softened immensely.

"Willow is right," Eleanor announced. "Healthcare isn't about cold machinery. We have to account for the human heart."

With her endorsement hanging in the air, naturally, no one in the room dared to object.

Lawrence sat at the head of the table, his hand resting on an unfinished contract.

He wasn't in a good headspace today.

The scene from the morning's family event kept replaying in his mind. Leo's red eyes as he declared "My mom's name is Wren Whitaker," the teacher's hand anchoring his son's shoulder, and Wren's voice over the phone stating, "The fact that I'm his mother."

Every single memory grated on his nerves.

Now, Willow was standing in the boardroom, her voice soft, her logic sound, commanding everyone's attention.

He should have been pleased.

She was securing Langford Medical's public image.

She was far more suited for these situations than Wren ever was. Wren would simply slap down data sheets, process maps, and risk matrices, coldly informing everyone what was non-compliant and what would fail.

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