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.

entry with a phone call, Mila came out

Winkler," Imogen greeted with

and said, "Come on, let's

asked worriedly, "Will I be disturbing your

my son doesn't live with me, and my husband is busy

your husband work

"He's a government employee."

"I see," Imogen responded.

further, Mila added,

very talented," Imogen

"It's quite worrisome,

"Why?"

girlfriend or even a

smile in embarrassment upon

as they walked, soon

filled with flowers, among them were

they passed through the garden, Imogen

smile graced Mila's lips.

"He planted them?"

"Yes."

good to

and nodded in

that the living room walls were lined with books, packed tightly together. She