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Chapter 627
Chapter 627:
He raised his right fist and drove it into the center of the steering wheel. The horn blared—a loud, ugly sound of total defeat.
Isolde walked through the high-security glass doors of the Phoenix Aeronautics research and development floor, into the wing dedicated to their Orbital Systems division.
The air here was different—it smelled of ozone, hot electronics, and stale coffee, and the low, constant hum of massive server racks provided a steady background drone. She swiped her keycard, pushed open the door to the main engineering bay, and walked toward her glass-walled office. Engineers in casual clothes moved rapidly between workstations, and massive digital monitors displayed complex telemetry data and orbital mechanics simulations. The team was preparing for the final phase of the near-earth satellite communication module.
Arland Roth emerged from a nearby server room, holding a thick stack of freshly printed diagnostic reports. He looked exhausted but wired with nervous energy. He spotted Isolde and immediately changed course toward her office.
Isolde dropped her briefcase on her desk and booted up her primary workstation. Arland walked in behind her and dropped the stack of papers onto the desk.
“The secondary thruster alignment is showing a point-zero-two percent deviation in the simulation,” he said, tapping the top page. “It is within acceptable parameters, but DARPA is sending two senior observers to the field test in Long Island this afternoon. They want absolute perfection p>
Isolde picked up the report. Her eyes moved across the complex data arrays, her brain processing the numbers instantly. “The deviation is caused by the atmospheric density variable in the simulation software, not the hardware,” she replied without hesitation.
𝖰u𝘢𝗹і𝘵𝘺 trаո𝘀𝗅𝗮tіоոs 𝗼n gа𝗅ո𝗼𝘃е𝘭𝗌.co𝗆
She reached for her pen to sign off.
As her hand moved, her eyes caught the large physical desk calendar sitting beside her monitor. Today’s date was circled in thick red marker.
Her hand froze. The pen hovered over the paper.
Today was the New York regional preliminary round for the National Youth STEM Olympiad. Effie had been preparing for this day for months.
Isolde’s stomach tightened. A cold wave of anxiety washed over her.
She glanced at the clock on her screen: 10:15 AM. Competition check-in began at noon at the Javits Center. The Long Island field test was scheduled for 2:00 PM.
She could not be in two places at once.
If she missed the field test, the DARPA observers would likely delay project approval by at least forty-eight hours—and in the aerospace industry, a forty-eight-hour delay meant millions of dollars in wasted operational costs and a serious blow to their reputation. But if she went to Long Island, Effie would have to walk into that massive, intimidating convention center alone, facing the crowds, the pressure, and potentially the toxic presence of Kaiden and Cheryl Juarez without her mother standing behind her.
Isolde closed her eyes.
A vivid, agonizing memory flashed behind her eyelids: Effie lying in a sterile hospital bed, looking small, fragile, and utterly abandoned by the world.
Her chest constricted so tightly she had to draw a sharp breath.
She opened her eyes. The decision was instantaneous and absolute.