Grace looked at Amelia, silent for a moment, before raising her water glass to gently clink against hers.
"You're too kind, Miss Cross. I was just lucky."
"Luck is a form of strength," Amelia said with a smile, skillfully changing the subject. "I won't disturb your peace and quiet any longer. By the way, I recently looked into the new energy algorithm your 'Graceline Technologies' is developing. It's brilliant. I hope I'll have the chance to learn from you sometime."
With that, Amelia turned and walked away.
Grace watched her go, a slight frown on her face.
It was too perfect.
Her expression, her tone, even that perfectly timed attempt to connect over their backgrounds—it was all flawless.
The Grace of five years ago would have fallen for it, probably considering Amelia a kindred spirit by now.
Despite her wariness, Grace had to admit Amelia’s slow-boil approach was far more sophisticated than a direct confrontation.
A few days later, a sign of Amelia’s “sincere desire to collaborate” arrived on her desk.
It was a proposal for a small-scale joint project on an “AI-Assisted Healthcare System.”
While the Clarke family was a powerhouse, the Cross family held a distinct advantage with their unique channels in the specialized healthcare sector.
“Ms. Hart, this contract…” The project manager stared at the terms, his eyes wide. “Is the Cross Group running a charity? We get the lion’s share of the profits, and they’re only taking a nominal operating fee? And they’re sharing their core data with us?”
A buzz went through the conference room as the executives discussed it.
“Yeah, it’s an incredibly generous offer.”
“Miss Cross said it’s to support female entrepreneurs in tech. Wow, talk about having a grand vision.”
Grace thumbed through the contract, her fingers drumming unconsciously on the table.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch, only a free trap.
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