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    Brenna was impressed by the Mitchell Group’s HR team for finding such an ideal match for the assistant position.


    As the workday wound down, Lorna walked over with a stack of invitations and set them on Brenna’s desk. “Brenna, there’s a robotics expo at the renowned International Convention Center downtown this weekend. Tommy’s been prepping for it for over a month, and it kicks off tomorrow. I’ll swing by your ce at seven to pick you up. Does that suit you?”


    “Yeah,” Brenna replied, pleased with Lorna’s efficiency on her first day. Working with her felt great.


    Brenna tucked a few invitations into her purse, intending to share them with otherster. “For the remaining invitations, please deliver them to these individuals,” she said, sending Lorna a pre-prepared list.


    “Okay, I will do it now,” Lorna said, reviewing the list of names, all of whom were clients thepany was working with.


    Orders ced at the expo would include discounts.


    Early Saturday morning, Brenna rose and tapped on Patrick’s door. He was already up, engrossed in videos of robotic dogs.


    “Brenna? Why are you up so early?” Patrick asked, surprised. He knew Brenna enjoyed sleeping in, and in his mind, she usually woke upte on weekends. Seeing her at his door now was a surprise.


    “There’s a robotics expo. Want toe?” Brenna shed an invitation. “Mypany’s one of the exhibitors.”


    Patrick’s eyes immediately sparkled with enthusiasm. “For real? Are there robots?”


    “Of course! It’s a robotics expo, after all.”


    “Let’s go!” Patrick sprang up, grabbed Brenna’s hand, and eagerly pulled her downstairs.


    “Brenna, when are we leaving? Is it a bitte to leave now?”


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    As they descended the stairs, they spotted Shepard and Ernst hurrying out of the elevator.


    Brenna immediately sensed trouble. “What’s wrong?”


    Shepard paused, his toneced with concern. “Ableson took a bad fall down the stairs earlier. He’s hurt pretty badly. I’m going to check on him.”


    “Really?” Brenna’s worry grew. “Dad, you’d better go now. I’ve got a robotics expo for work today, so I can’t apany you.”


    “We’ve got this. Focus on your event,” Shepard said, clearly preupied with Ableson’s condition. Without saying more, he rushed off with Ernst.


    Brenna called after Shepard, “Dad, if there’s anything I can do, just let me know.”


    Patrick asked, “Will your uncle be okay?”


    Brenna tousled his hair. “He’ll be fine. Let’s grab breakfast first.”


    At the robotics expo, top design teams and leadingpanies from across the nation converged. Brenna recognized several prominent names frequently mentioned on the news.


    Herpany had been gaining traction over the past two years and was earning a reputation. Their booth drew a steady flow of curious visitors.


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