“While the team is privy to ninety percent of what we’ve discovered so far, Mitzi and I have decided to keep a few things under wraps until we can do some more testing,” Martin answered him.
“And what is it that you’re not sharing with the rest of the team?”Mr.Gray asked as he straightened in his seat.
Martin looked back my way, giving me the floor again.“Mitzi.”
“Gene therapy focuses on correcting biochemical abnormalities that lead to the loss of retina cells, and we would need to develop a neuroprotection strategy to prevent that, regardless of the hundreds of abnormalities,” I recapped quickly.“Well, we’ve done it.”
Mr.Gray eyed me suspiciously.“Have done what?”
“Mitzi has isolated the gene therapy of a test animal, and the cells regenerated with a protective neuro film that’s holding up so far,” Martin answered, and it took everything in me not to smirk.
“That’s impossible,” Mr.Gray said after a few seconds.“Dead or dying retina cells do not rejuvenate.It’s been proven.”
“Okay, well...then I guess we’ll just toss all our research in favor of something easier,” I drawled out, which earned me a reprimanding look from both men.
Damnit Scottie.
After a few seconds, Mr.Gray asked, “Who all knows about this?”
“Just us three,” Martin answered.
“I’m going to want to see the data,” he went on.
“Of course,” Martin quickly agreed.
Then looking back over at me, Mr.Gray said, “You’d better not be fucking around, Ms.Bardot.”
Angry at the world, I stood up from my seat, slapped my hands down on the table, then said, “Insult me again, and me and my brain will walk out these doors and never look back.”
Before he could fire me, I stormed out of the conference room, needing to get drunk.
Chapter 3
Sullivan~
Normally, a night at The Fantasy Factory made a man’s troubles all go away, but not tonight.While I was doing my best to be a good host, I was still fuming over that meeting this morning.Mitzi Bardot had a hell of a lot of nerve to speak to me the way that she’d had, and I didn’t care about her reasons why.
