Chapter 895 Phonographic Memory?
Candace furrowed her brow, tapping her hands on her thighs.
Meanwhile, Cherise lowered her head, delicately playing with a pen. Little did she know, the pen belonged to Damien and was worth millions.
Cherise had no inkling of its value; she simply found it visually appealing. She twirled the pen around, idly toying with it from different angles.
Once Lennon finished reading the five-page document, Cherise opened the pen and glanced at him. “Can I start writing now?”
Lennon nodded. “Yes, go ahead.”
Cherise took the A4 paper handed to her by Damien and began carefully writing each word and sentence.
Meanwhile, Candace was far from at ease.
Despite her confidence in her remarkable memory, she hadn’t anticipated Lennon uncovering such a complex and obscure document. Five pages devoured in one go! How could she possibly recall it all? She wasn’t some memory prodigy!
Anxiously, she glanced at Cherise, who was writing quietly beside her, steadily filling the page with text.
From Candace’s vantage point, she could only catch a glimpse of Cherise’s profile-attentive and unassuming, prompting a hint of begrudging admiration from Candace.
“No wonder Damien liked her so much,” she mused involuntarily.
However, Candace quickly shook off such distracting thoughts. It wasn’t the time for distractions. She refocused on the document Lennon had just reviewed, diligently attempting to recall its contents.
Ten minutes later, just as Candace was beginning to find her groove and put pen to paper, Lennon’s abrupt announcement shattered her concentration. “Time’s up!”
Startled, Candace looked up to find Cherise finished all five pages of her A4 paper neatly filled with writing.
Candace couldn’t believe her eyes. How had Cherise managed to transcribe everything so quickly? And did the page count match exactly what Lennon had reviewed?
In disbelief, Candace blurted out, “This is impossible!
How could Cherise have accomplished this feat? It seemed inconceivable that she, a doctor unfamiliar with the document’s subject matter, could complete it quickly. It had to be a sham, a random assortment of words!
Candace’s confidence surged with this presumption.
She cast a scornful look at the paper in front of Cherise. “Mrs. Lenoir, you wrote that so hastily, almost
as if you weren’t paying attention. This is a memory challenge, you know. You’re supposed to replicate exactly what Mr. Belcourt read, not jot down whatever comes to mind!”
Unfazed, Cherise calmily capped her pen and offered a faint smile. “Of course, I’m well aware of the rules. If you doubt the accuracy of my transcription, feel free to compare it with the original text.”
Before Cherise could finish, a colleague, who was on good terms with Candace, rushed over and snatched up Cherise’s notes, eager to cross-reference them with the document in front of her.
Others quickly gathered around, eager to join in the comparison.
The office fell into an uneasy silence, punctuated only by the quiet whispers of conversation.
After a moment, those who had examined the documents stood in disbelief, holding Cherise’s transcription and Lennon’s texts side by side.
To everyone’s amazement, the texts were nearly identical, down to the last word. It was as if Cherise had somehow replicated Lennon’s reading word for word!
Except for Damien and Lennon, who remained composed, the rest of the room was stunned and speechless.
