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57. “Special projects?” Ted repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Special projects?” Ted repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. His words felt insignificant in the presence of Jameson’s commanding aura.

“Yes,” Jameson said with a slight smile. “And we believe you might be of interest to us for one of those projects. But first, let’s discuss why you’re here.”

Ted felt his stomach drop. He wasn’t sure if he should be excited or terrified. Of interest? For what?

Jameson motioned to a chair near the center of the room, and Ted sat down hesitantly. Ms. Clarke placed a folder on the table in front of him and opened it to reveal a series of schematics and technical documents.

“You’re in Professor Sherman’s class, correct?” Jameson asked, his eyes studying Ted carefully.

Ted nodded. “Yes, sir. Strength of Materials.”

“Good,” Jameson said, clasping his hands together. “Sherman spoke very highly of your curiosity. He mentioned your ability to think beyond what’s taught in textbooks.”

Ted blinked, caught off guard. Sherman had singled him out? After his fumbling answers in class earlier, he would have never guessed.

“I—well, I’m not sure what to say,” Ted stammered.


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