He worked after hours, using the company lab for her synthesis. Since he was the senior scientist and his grant money brought in millions, no questions were asked. When he came home at eight o clock every night, his wife would have dinner ready for him on the TV tray. She hadn’t a clue what he was doing and wasn't interested.
He believed he had an obligation, in the name of science, to make the little woman absolutely perfect, right down to her tiny bathroom slippers…
