The Wrong Woman

Gerald was startled. He turned abruptly, his expression alarmed as he looked at Imogen. Imogen felt uneasy under his scrutiny. She wondered what Skylar had said to Gerald to cause such a strange reaction. Just moments ago, Gerald had worn a grim expression and a visibly annoyed attitude. However, upon hearing Skylar's words, he swiftly switched to a smiling face. His round, big face lit up with a broad smile, a sharp contrast to his earlier demeanor.

Gerald approached Imogen in a gentle and humble manner, speaking in a friendly tone, "You're Imogen, right?"

Imogen hurriedly nodded in response. "Yes, Mr. Levingston."

Gerald smiled warmly and said politely, "Please, call me Gerald. Everyone does."

"Of course, Gerald," Imogen responded respectfully.

Apart from his skills, Gerald earned the role of R&D director for his sharp insights. He guided Imogen to her workstation, set up a new computer for her, provided fresh office materials, and warmly introduced her to everyone.

Where he had previously shown disdain toward her, now he was exceedingly humble and polite, even encouraging other employees to look after her well.

Skylar observed from the sidelines, smiling with satisfaction.

Later, Imogen followed Skylar out of R&D. After exiting the building, Skylar politely said, "Let's call it a day. Get some rest and be here on time tomorrow morning." "Thank you, Skylar," Imogen replied courteously.

Skylar smiled thoughtfully, commenting, "It's intriguing how two people sharing a name can chart such distinct paths. Not long ago, there was a young woman named Imogen Kingsley, a graduate of Aerospace Academy.

"She had all the qualifications but didn't quite catch your break. She ended up starting in our PR department as a junior clerk."

a beat. Anxiously, she asked, "Skylar, did you say there's another Imogen Kingsley in

nodded. "Yes, is everything

she graduate from Aerospace

she did. She's tall and slender. Are you

pause, she shook her head and responded, "No, I'm not. I just find it

chances of your paths crossing are pretty

the same

spanned three expansive buildings, each

thousands of employees. The

stream of

were uncommon even within

to Skylar, Imogen lingered outside Building One of

workday drew to a close,

reminiscent of students streaming out of

bell. Clusters of

groups,

ой

from

finally spotted a familiar figure. Hastening over, she called out,