The Wrong Woman

Jasper felt flustered and hastily attempted to deflect. "I could tell something was bothering you, and I figured it might have been related to the interview."

Imogen wasn't convinced by his explanation, which seemed full of holes. She questioned, "Maybe I'm just in a bad mood from a botched interview. How do you know I didn't even attend?"

Jasper fell silent, leaving Imogen staring at him, clearly baffled. He quickly shifted gears, making his way to the kitchen. "You haven't eaten dinner yet, have you? Let me whip something up for you." "Jay," Imogen called after him.

Jasper remained focused on cooking. "What are you in the mood for? Maybe some beef?"

"Are you really not going to explain?"

"I was just guessing."

Imogen let out a deep sigh, unsure of how to respond.

spending the entire evening holed up in his study, deeply immersed in work, and retiring to

breezed through her initial interview and was hired on the spot. The straightforward process and the superficial interview seemed

in a dream, until she signed her employment contract with a flourish. If it weren't for Star Enterprise looming large before

everything was wrapped up smoothly in just a single day. It felt as though she

her to an adjacent, spacious building. Inside, the space was filled with mechanical displays and

the director of R&D, and casually dropped a hint. "Gerald, meet our specially

man in his 50s with thinning hair and a noticeable belly, scrutinized Imogen intently behind his thick glasses. The mention of Imogen

accepted Imogen's

studied it, initially assuming she was a highly paid expert poached from a prestigious institution by some higher-up.

recruited" demanded his special attention and

she's connected to some higher-up! I won't have such

burned as the entire office turned