Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
Wanda had an interesting dream that night. Her mind's eye view pans toward an office filled with people in formal attire, she's inside a corporate office from what the redhead would imagine being from that futuristic reality were components of both the natural world and the industrial world collaborate to create something booming & sustainable at the same time. 
There she is at the front, presenting a blueprint-plate of another luxury skyscraper similar to the ones outside the office. A dark-haired working woman identical to her image. 

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
Wanda (original) looked outside and saw the billboard, in bold capital letters: ‘Wanda Maximovich - Architect of Tomorrow!’ 
"Wow…" Original Wanda muttered. So in another alternate timeline, she was wealthy and successful. 
Wanda Maximovich writes on the whiteboard with her marker. 
Wanda (original) could hear the thoughts of the people around them. They are interesting but most of them are derogatory, typically about the variant's physical image. 
‘She has a nice ass.’ 
‘She could have been a Sokovian pornstar instead.’
‘Wonder what's underneath those tight pants...’ 
Wanda (original) watches to see a reaction from the variant but finds none. There is no doubt that the dark-haired woman appeared to be way more attractive-looking than her. She's fit and curvaceous indicating the luxury to go to work-out in a private gym. And well-read enough to have such a fortuitous career. 
Her stoic expression could either mean that she has gotten used to it or she just doesn't care. Or even she doesn't have the supernatural ability to discern people's thoughts until…
‘We should have hired a better architect instead of this immigrant.’
Maximovich stopped scribbling at the whiteboard... 
Wanda (original) smirked when she saw the dark-haired variant slyly twirl her finger — a gesture that the redhead recognised to be a 'little trick.'
The person who thought of the 'immigrant remark' accidentally topples his coffee cup, spilling its contents exactly on the crotch area of his pants. 
"Ow!" The man exclaimed as he felt the hot liquid soaking his trousers. The other members at the table were wide-eyed at the 'accident'.
The variant looked behind to face the table, that's when Wanda (original) saw that the variant was wearing glasses, she looked like the epitome of the 'sexy librarian trope'. 
"Oh dear, Mr. Tucker… Tsk, tsk, tsk we should be extra careful next time," Maximovich smiled sweetly. 
"Yes, of course…" The man excused himself to use the restroom. Maximovich straightens her blouse.