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59. “I don’t know if I’m qualified for this,” he admitted,

“I don’t know if I’m qualified for this,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

Jameson’s smile returned, this time with a hint of reassurance. “That’s the beauty of it, Ted. We’re not looking for people with all the answers. We’re looking for people willing to ask the right questions.”

Ted felt a spark ignite within him. This wasn’t just another lecture, another assignment, or another day. This was an opportunity—one that seemed to align with the very forces Sherman had alluded to earlier in the day.

“Are you in?” Jameson asked, his gaze steady.

Ted took a deep breath, the weight of the moment settling over him. “I’m in,” he said finally, a mix of excitement and determination in his voice.

Jameson nodded approvingly. “Good. Let’s get to work.”

As Ted leaned over the documents, diving into the schematics with Clarke’s guidance, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his life had just shifted onto a completely new trajectory—one filled with challenges, breakthroughs, and perhaps even a glimpse of the unseen forces Sherman always hinted at.


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