In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
"Dr. Morrison... I'm sorry to bother you while you work, but is it possible that you've made a decision concerning working with the German pharmaceutical company on the joint-research project? Everyone is curious if you okay'd it."
I kept my vision laser-focused on the material I was currently synthesizing for extraction in front of me. I had been working on this for several weeks, a simple way to get what I needed out of the sample I had created for this new medical drug I was formulating to assist in the delay and progression of Aceruloplasminemia, a rare genetic disorder characterized by the abnormal accumulation of iron in the brain and various internal organs. I, along with my hand-picked team had been tasked to work on figuring out a way to slow the process, or better yet cure it. This project had been handed down to me by none other than the owner of this high-tech lab I had been working for the past seven years.
Mr. C.
The owner of this entire establishment, or should I say benefactor, who was some sort of secret billionaire who poured a lot of his money into Valiant Testing and Laboratories, otherwise known as VTL to the team; it was a privately-owned laboratory that focused on the manufacturing and production of a plethora of medical and scientifical products whether that be life-altering medications or quality of living products for well-known bodily aliments that weren't necessarily readily available in the market.
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VTL did a lot and had been alive and well for decades before I came around, so it was quite the honor that not only I got to work here, but being granted such autonomy to research and work on projects that I held near and dear to my heart. Receiving a project right from the founder of this establishment was a privilege given to only the brightest and most successful of the lab employees so I was ensuring that I put my heart and soul into the discovery of something ground-breaking for Mr. C.
It was also why I hated being disturbed when I was in the middle of my bench work like I was currently doing right now. I felt a little bad that I was actively ignoring Dr. Elara Young, a post-doc that was working under me for two years now when she was simply inquiring about something that a lot of my team had been pestering me about but when my focus was honed in onto something, I couldn't help but give it my fullest attention.
I adjusted my sample and looked at the table I had listed in front of me to see if any changes had been made to the sample and sighed. I recorded my findings sloppily in my notebook beside me.
Another bust. I had to look deeper into this matter. I hated being this perplexed regarding something that was entirely foreign to me despite the fact that I had spent weeks looking into the disease. This particular disease was an iron overload disorder one of those rare inherited diseases that not many had ventured into to study. I mean what could be done to stop such a thing that affected anyone from the ages of 20 to 60? The three main findings associated with aceruloplasminemia that I studied were retinal degeneration, neurological symptoms, and diabetes mellitus.
