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Chapter 6 - A New Step

For the next four hours, Annie experienced the high-tech reality of the company she had only known through shipping manifests and discarded parts.

Engineers ran high-resolution 3D laser scans of her leg, mapping the precise contour of her skin, muscle tissue, and bone structure to create a zero-pressure socket. In the fabrication room, automated cutters shaped lightweight carbon fiber, while specialists assembled a state-of-the-art micro-processor knee unit—the Bennett Gen 7 Apex—capable of making thousands of micro-adjustments per second to match her natural gait.

As the technicians worked, Jonathan sat with Annie in the fitting lounge, drinking coffee from simple paper cups.

"Why didn't you leave?" Jonathan asked her quietly. "With your mind, you could have taken a scholarship at a technical university or worked for a competitor who paid better."

Annie looked down at her hands. "When I was twelve, I lost my leg in an accident. My family didn't have much money. A local charity raised funds to buy me my first Bennett prosthetic. It wasn't perfect, but it gave me my life back. It let me walk to school, walk to my mom's shop, just... live."

She looked up at Jonathan, her eyes bright and resolute. "I didn't join this company just to get a paycheck, Mr. Bennett. I joined because I know what it feels like to sit in a room, terrified that you'll never be able to run or walk without pain again. When a customer calls me scared because their leg is clicking, I don't see a ticket number. I see myself twelve years ago. I wanted to fix the technology from the inside."

Jonathan was silent for a long moment. He felt a profound sense of humility. For years, he had been focused on quarterly profits, market share, and investor meetings, losing sight of the human core that had driven him to found the company in his garage decades ago.

"You aren't going back to the service center floor, Annie," Jonathan said softly.

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Annie’s smile faltered slightly. "Sir? Am I being fired?"

"No," Jonathan smiled, leaning back. "You're being reassigned."

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