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.

a friendly smile. Despite being able to clear her entry with a

Winkler," Imogen

hand and said, "Come on, let's go

"Will I be disturbing

doesn't live with me,

does your

"He's a government employee."

"I see," Imogen responded.

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

be very

sighed, "It's quite

"Why?"

girlfriend or

smile in embarrassment upon

chatted as they walked, soon arriving at

with flowers, among them were

people rarely planted these flowers. As they passed through the

gentle smile graced Mila's lips. "My husband thinks

"He planted them?"

"Yes."

good to

happily and nodded in

room walls were lined with books, packed tightly together. She was surprised to see that scientists were