---- was still in school, arguing in the lab with a senior about catalyst measurements. He'd been waiting at the door to pick me up. | always thought | looked ridiculous when | argued. But to him, I'd never been more captivating That's when he first fell for me. But slowly, bit by bit, he tried to mold me into someone else. The investor was furious, pointing at me and shouting. 'She's just faking it! Probably slept her way into that lab." "A woman can't know chemistry like that!" 'She's the one Professor Richard Foster wanted for his PhD program,' Alexander said, stepping up beside me, hand on my shoulder. 'She's published more in peer-reviewed journals than you've signed business contracts." "She doesn't get it? Do you?" The investor paled when he recognized Alexander. "Mr. Westwood... she's your..." ---- "She's my wife' Alexander said, looking at me like he wanted a pat on the back. "I'm not,' | replied.