The Professor’s Secret Mistress
Language: en
As a senior advisor in the field of Artificial Intelligence for the federal government, I had been stationed overseas on a high-level research fellowship for the past year. During that time, security protocols were airtight. My contact with the outside world was sparse, restricted to encrypted check-ins and the occasional brief letter. The moment the program concluded, my first instinct wasn't to celebrate; it was to call my daughter, Daisy. She had been grinding for two years to pass the Bar Exam, and the results were due any day. I dialed her for a video call, my heart thumping with a…