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.

observed from the sidelines,

call it a day. Get some rest and be here on

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

break. She ended up starting in our PR department as

skipped a beat. Anxiously, she asked, "Skylar, did

nodded. "Yes,

graduate from Aerospace

and slender.

brief pause, she shook her head and responded, "No, I'm not. I

chances of your paths crossing are pretty slim,"

of employees. The steady stream of people meanenet random meetings

Skylar, Imogen lingered outside Building One