His Unwanted Wife Is A Top Scientist

t five o'clo

reasons to remain in the building where her real work happened. Today she walked out with the administrative st

rear bumper. She'd bought it with cash from her government salary, the salary Duke didn't kno

ird try. She pulled into traffic

d it represented possibility, ambition, the American dream of reinvention. Now she saw it as a fortress. A place whe

h a doorman in livery and a lobby that looked like a museum. Helen drove past once, then circled the block.

on. Helen watched the building's entrance th

the Mayba

een introduced as "Duke's wife" and then ignored for the remainder of the even

he VIP zone. A fire hydrant zone. A zone where tickets did

ves. Gray uniform. He opened

stepp

ok up at the building with an expression she'd never seen directed at her. An

door spun. A

red and clinging, something that moved like liquid when she walked. Her hair

the sidewalk in three strides and

, her hair. He buried his face in her neck. Then he pulled back, just far eno

wed around them. A taxi honked. A pedestrian stare

again and again, the sound disabled, the flash off. The timestamp recorded each image. The

hung from her elbow, catching the light, announcin

heir thighs touched. The driver closed the door. The Maybach merged into traffic, heading

y. Her breathing was even. She felt nothing

hone

m Duke. Sh

ternational dinn

how many times he'd sent similar messages. How many "working late" evenings had actually been this. How ma

d back.

k

king space, heading east, away from Manhattan, away from the Maybac

was crying. She wiped her face with her sleeve, angry at the weakn

ty fell behind her. The Long Island suburbs opened before her, the safe

er. She sat with the engine off, watching the darkness, fee

buzzed again,

a third time, s

knowledge of what she was. What she'd be

le. Helen Patterson looked out at the black water an

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