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.

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

next morning, Imogen arrived at Star Enterprise's HR department as planned. She breezed through her initial interview and was hired on the spot. The straightforward process and the superficial interview seemed like mere formalities. They hired

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

receiving her ID badge, everything was wrapped up smoothly in just a single day. It felt as though she was caught in a

with mechanical displays and operational areas dedicated to the R&D department. In the R&D office, everyone

dropped a hint.

noticeable belly, scrutinized Imogen intently behind his thick glasses. The mention of Imogen being

Imogen's resume

was a highly paid expert poached from a prestigious institution by some

his special

snapping, "I don't care if she's connected to some higher-up! I won't

the entire office turned to look at