Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 151

The meeting at Stellaris dragged on until three in the afternoon, the whiteboard already covered in scrawled notes.

Patient Advisory Board.

Authorization Withdrawal.

Third-Party Verification.

Public Disclosure Boundaries.

Phoebe Price sat at the end of the conference table, twirling a pen, her expression far more serious than usual. Maya Merritt stood in front of the projector, presenting the new user manual page.

"We've reduced the technical jargon to an absolute minimum in this version," she said. "For example, instead of 'data desensitization and sealing,' we changed it to 'deleting your identifying information and only retaining unidentifiable recovery records,' and paired it with a flowchart."

Phoebe stared at the screen. "It's still not enough."

Maya frowned. "Not enough?"

"To an ordinary patient, this still reads like a strict legal contract," Phoebe pointed out. "Your tech team has a bad habit. You always think you're speaking plain English, but it still comes out sounding like system code."

A low chuckle rippled through the conference room.

Maya scoffed, though she didn't argue the point.

Wren Whitaker sat by the window, a photocopy of the old archive photo resting next to her hand.

She hadn't brought the original out today.

The clues regarding Vivian Vance ran too deep to be casually laid out in a Stellaris project meeting. But that photo acted like a hidden clasp locked over her heart, making her think of the words scribbled on the back every time she heard terms like "authorization," "core system," or "patient data."

Project Morning Star Phase One, equipment testing complete.

What exactly had her mother authorized back then?

And what had been taken away from her, and by whom?

A knock echoed from the conference room door.

When Julian York walked in, a young woman accompanied him.

She sat in a wheelchair, dressed in a thin white sweater, her hair tied back in a low ponytail. Her complexion was a bit pale, but her eyes were strikingly bright. A light gray blanket draped over her lap, and she clutched a file folder in her hands.

Julian wheeled her into the room, his voice gentle. "Apologies, we got slightly delayed at the hospital."

Phoebe stood up. "You're not late. Dr. York, who is this?"

The young woman spoke up first. "My name is Daisy York. I'm Julian's sister, and also a post-operative recovery patient."

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify