I shut my cabin door behind me.
Click.
The sound feels… final.
Good.
I exhale slowly, roll my shoulders once, then drop into my chair. The fake calm I wore outside finally cracks a little as I lean back, staring at the ceiling.
Phew.
Mrs. Qin losing face isn't even the best part.
The best part is this—
Full authority.
No parallel tests.
No secret branches.
No "independent verification" nonsense.
Everything funnels through me now.
I sit up, pull the tablet closer, and wake the screen.
Blue light reflects in my tired eyes.
"Alright," I mutter to myself, fingers tapping the table once. "Forty-eight hours."
I open a fresh workspace.
Folders stack open one after another—
DNA repair pathways, cell-cycle checkpoints, metabolic load simulations.
My earlier notes flash back at me, messy but alive.
I tighten my ponytail, jaw setting.
"This has to look promising," I whisper. "Not perfect. Just… undeniable."
