The company forum was buzzing like a disturbed beehive. Just yesterday, the Sterling Industries online network had been filled with speculation about Arthur Sterling's "gold-digging wife." Now, those same accounts were backpedaling furiously.
"Dr. Wilson has been a pioneering force in energy research for years..."
"Her papers revolutionized our understanding of molecular bonding..."
"To think she's been working undercover in our own R&D department!"
I scrolled through the messages on my tablet, a small smile playing on my lips. The tide of public opinion had shifted overnight. No longer was I just the mysterious Mrs. Sterling who had appeared out of nowhere—I was Dr. Wilson, respected scientist and innovator.
Victor glanced at me from the driver's seat. "Enjoying your newfound popularity?"
"It's... satisfying," I admitted. "Though I never did this work for recognition."
"No," he agreed, "but it's nice when people see you for who you really are."
