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Wanted Here – Ch.23 | KT OLLA

BEAKERS broke and crashed on the ground. So the splinters went littering the laboratory.

Still the one who caused the damage only stood and watched…

And then she walked out of the place without looking back.

It was as if the 28-year-old didn’t cared a moment. But she cared too much she cried a bucket.

June Martinez had stepped in her laboratory right behind her home. It was a facility sitting on an acre of land that equally hosted their large villa.

The property was both home and office to the brilliant couple.

They had their villa furnished with everything comfort. Then they got two labs built into a structure behind it. With only a glass partition in-between.

Carl did his work in one part of the structure, while June used the other part as her laboratory.

Now it’d been quite a while June had wanted to return to her lab.

She once only talked about getting back and wouldn’t dare to step a foot in the lab. Then months passed and she made more progress.

She got to put on her coat to return for experiments. But she always pulled off the thing and stop for the day...

As though the lab coat was a carmel’s load.

So, June went on to plan and practice, then fail. And then she got up this day, and went as far as into the laboratory.

But here was the young shattered woman, breaking beakers just when she held them.

Then she ran from the lab crying so much for breaking things.

Yet again, June didn’t become this way in one day. As chemistry experiments used to be her forte.

But then she had this sad tale to tell, only after she’d met Cannon.

◘◘◘

When June got into Cannon a couple of years back. The smart woman was the talk of the school’s chemistry department.

She was a shining prodigy like Marie Curie. She’d got number of fans staring and watching her.

Then those fans often asked for her autographs. And everything she did was news.

That department of pure chemistry was proud to have her. They talked of her achievements around their faculty.

Then it spread all over campus like wildfire.

But all of this was Cannon’s law. It was their law of first welcome.

So, while the party went on, June began to doubt if she’d be able to learn anything new. With all the professors at pure chemistry babying her.

But those professors were fast to catch on, so they moved faster more than they had planned.

The dons there prepared a laboratory for June. And assigned one of their professors to simply guide her work.

That laboratory was their advanced research center. And they placed June there alone.

June delved deep into inorganic experiments in chemistry.

It was a burst of energy for her. A bolt of dopamine sparking up thrills.

She liked the work, and wanted to do everything then—

And there was this professor helping her learn. He’d asked her to call him “A-T.”

Now, A-T was everything good-and-bad that is called “A-T.”

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