The Wrong Woman

"Professor Winkler, there's another issue with the program and I wish to discuss it with you."

"What's the issue?"

"It's about the endurance-" Her words were cut short by Mila.

"Imogen, why don't we meet in person to discuss it?"

"Meet in person?" Imogen asked, surprised.

"Well, it's the weekend. Are you busy today?"

"No, not at all."

"Great. I'll send a driver to pick you up. Just give me your address."

Imogen felt ill at ease and quickly declined. "No need for the trouble. I'll take a taxi. Please send me your address, Professor Winkler." "Alright," Mila replied warmly.

After hanging up, Mila sent Imogen the address. Imogen took a taxi and arrived half an hour later at a gated community of standalone villas.

The driver remarked, "These villas are for important national figures. I can't go inside. You'll have to get off here."

Imogen got out and looked at the tall, sturdy walls and the strict security at the gate. Inside the residential area lived national officials and champions. It was natural for exceptional scientists like Mila to reside there as well.

She sent Mila a message. Shortly after, Mila came out to greet her personally.

being able to clear her entry with

Professor Winkler," Imogen greeted with a

"Come

"Will I be disturbing

"No, my son doesn't live with me, and my husband is busy

does your

"He's a government employee."

"I see," Imogen responded.

that Imogen didn't probe further, Mila added, "My son has his own

very

sighed, "It's quite worrisome,

"Why?"

a girlfriend or even a

forced a smile in embarrassment

they walked, soon arriving

neighborhood was filled with flowers, among

As they passed through the garden, Imogen asked curiously, "Professor Winkler, do you

Mila's lips. "My

"He planted them?"

"Yes."

good

and

living room walls were lined with books, packed