After Laurinda figured out the issue, she gave the program a try. Just as expected, it crashed when the progress bar hit eighty-five percent.
She took the laptop from the guy with glasses, sat down, and started rewriting the code. After about an hour, she ran the test again.
By the time the progress bar reached ninety percent, the guy was already sweating. He couldn't wrap his head around it. Three months of stress and endless meetings, and now, an eighteen-year-old girl was solving the whole thing in just an hour.
Ten minutes later, the progress bar finally reached one hundred. He couldn't help but let out a cheer.
“You’re a genius. Seriously, a total genius.”
Laurinda slid the laptop back to him and told him to run the test again, this time following her steps exactly.
Sure enough, the program ran smoothly without any issues. The guy was so excited, he immediately pulled out his phone and opened his contacts.
“Laurinda, can we add each other? If I run into any technical problems, could I get your advice sometimes?”
“Of course.”
Laurinda took out her phone, and they exchanged contact info.
She had noticed that Sam’s company was working on surgical robots, which caught her interest too. Maybe she could get York and The Bill Group involved in a collaboration down the line.
Sam was still amazed by Laurinda’s skill, his eyes practically sparkling.
“Thank you so much for your help today. About your payment, I’ll…”
Laurinda cut him off. She never liked that kind of formal talk. Solving this was no big deal for her, and she didn’t feel right accepting any money.
Honestly, she preferred that Sam owe her a favor instead.
Laurinda took in the scene, almost able to picture all that money flowing straight into her pockets.
She headed straight for the executive elevator, swiped the retinal scanner, and rode up to York’s office.
Over in a corner, Edison rubbed his eyes and nudged Hale, who was almost asleep on his shoulder.
“I swear I just saw Adolphus’s girlfriend,” he whispered. “She went straight up in the executive elevator.”
Hale glanced in the direction Edison pointed, looking unconvinced.
“Edison, are you still hungover? That’s the CEO’s private elevator. How could a high schooler just stroll in like that?”
They both came from wealthy families, and fairy tales weren’t their thing. To them, there was no way a regular high school girl like Laurinda could be riding the executive elevator.

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