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.

evening holed up in his study, deeply immersed in work, and retiring to bed late into the

as planned. She breezed through her initial interview and was

weren't for Star Enterprise looming

badge, everything was wrapped up smoothly in just a

space was filled with mechanical displays and operational areas dedicated to the R&D department.

passed Imogen's information to Gerald Levingston, the director of R&D, and casually dropped a hint. "Gerald,

his 50s with thinning hair and a noticeable belly, scrutinized Imogen intently behind his

Imogen's resume

studied it, initially assuming she was a highly paid expert poached from a prestigious institution by some higher-up. However, he was surprised to learn that

his special

she's connected to some higher-up! I won't have such a 'specially recruited' slotted into my department. We're not

cheeks burned as the entire office turned to look at