When Penny arrived at the laboratory, she didn't idle—she got to work immediately.
But alas…
She froze as soon as she reached her spot. Her eyes fell on the countless open books and notes scattered before her, then on the whiteboards covered in scribbles. She didn't need to guess whose handwriting it was, nor who had the habit of leaving such a mess. Well, compared to her, this mess was nothing. She even considered it clean writing.
"I told him not to poke his nose in my business," she grumbled under her breath.
Still, she leaned closer and studied the equations on the whiteboard. For others, these were nothing but random writing, but for her, it was a coherent thought process in writing.
Her jaw tightened like a vise. She didn't like what those equations were telling her. Most of them were theories she had toyed with during late nights but hadn't recorded here. Moving to the open notebooks, she noticed the other theories—Dean's notes.
