The Wrong Woman

Imogen kept her focus on Mila as she spoke, quietly impressed to see that not all chemists fit the stereotypical image of being bald. Some were mature, attractive, and charming women like Mila.

"Later, more discrepancies emerged in the subsequent data. We had hoped our colleague would publicly rectify and address the flaws, but he struggled to manage it.

"Upon further questioning, he eventually confessed that the earlier data had been patched up by a part-time worker named Imogen Kingsley," Mila clarified.

Imogen nervously addressed Mila, Terry, and the senior officials from the space agency. "I understand I made a mistake. Please, don't report me! I'll return the money. I'm ready to draft a statement or sign an agreement-whatever is necessary. I promise to keep all previous data confidential!"

"You've misunderstood, Imogen. We're not looking to send you to prison. We simply need your help in identifying the issue with this data," Mila said calmly.

Imogen was stunned, glancing first at Mila and then around at the others.

Terry pulled out a chair. "Please, have a seat."

Bewildered, Imogen stared incredulously at the large screen in front of her. With everyone's attention on her, she nervously took a seat, grabbed the mouse, and began carefully scrutinizing the data. While Imogen hadn't attended Aerospace Academy, her passion for the field never faltered. She had always studied diligently.

excitement, she momentarily lost her composure, pointing at the data on the computer screen and exclaiming

a small glitch in a rather unassuming line of code. While they identified the

tone gentle as she asked, "Imogen,

"Sure." Imogen nodded.

across

by Mila's kindness, Imogen promptly replied, "It's my

to hail a taxi Quickly exiting his car, Jasper hurried over and took hold of her arm, his face etched with worry. He was

a moment, Imogen relaxed upon recognizing Jasper. She

looking for

brushed his hand away and took a small step back, her tone slightly distant. "They needed my help with some data revisions." Jasper's hand hovered briefly in the air before he resignedly lowered it. "They didn't give you a hard

head. "No, the professors are all

his car parked behind me. "Let me give you

softly, "No, thank you. I'll take the subway." Jasper's expression dimmed with a touch of disappointment. He asked quietly, "You don't even

head, pondering for a moment. "I think it's better if we keep