CHAPTER 211: DRAIN GREEN PLANT

She walked towards the exit, her steps brisk and purposeful. "Men," she sneered under her breath. They never seemed to know how to appreciate the things they had until it was well out of their reach. And then, they come groveling. Victoria pushed open the restaurant door and stepped out into the warm, sunny afternoon, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. The interview was a big disappointment, but she was determined not to let it get her down. Not when she had more important things to focus on, like her research and her lab. As she walked down the sidewalk, she kept a steady eye out for a taxi; she couldn't just go back home and let the rest of the day go to waste. She breathed out with relief when an Austin FX3 slowed down to a stop in front of her. After a few words of direction, she climbed into the backseat and relaxed as the taxi pulled onto the tarmac, heading straight for her lab. The fifteen-minute ride from Soho to Bloomsbury seemed like so much more, but Victoria kn