“In what?”
“Artemis Pharma. You said you have a private doctor.”
“I have a doctor friend,” she replies, not missing a beat.
I cross my arms. “Oookay, so why didn’t your doctorfriendvisit?”
“She couldn’t leave her patients.”
“She work for Artemis?”
“No.”
“So, what’s with the fancy pharma getup?” I’ve seen enough grifty med spas and sketchy quack types in LA to be wary of anything medical that seems too slickly run.
“It’s what was convenient. I guess you have my other friend to thank for that.”
“Dotheywork for Artemis?”
The corner of her mouth pulls upwards. “No.”
I raise my hands in exasperation. “So you’re not going to tell me who I just gave my blood to?!”
Christine chuckles, lowering her phone. “You could’ve asked. She doesn’twork forArtemis because sherunsArtemis.”
“As in… she’s an executive or something?”
“I guess CEO falls under ‘executive or something.’”
“Wait…what? No, you’re not casually friends with a pharma CEO.”
Christine is unfazed. “The pharma CEO who manufactures your suppressants, I’m pretty sure.”
“Now you’re just talking out of your ass. This isn’t funny.”
“Google her, if you want. Morgan Hunter.”
My eyes narrow. “I will.”
I return to my chair, plopping down with a huff and facing away from Christine.
My search immediately confirms that Morgan Hunter is the name of the CEO of Artemis Pharmaceuticals, and her headshot—with short bangs framing bright violet eyes and long, dark hair tucked behind her pointed ears—confirms her as an alpha, but her Crowdipedia article is sparse. She’s the daughter of a pharmaceutical patent lawyer, apparently.
Doesn’t mean Christine actually knows her. People in LA are always saying they’re friends with some star they ran into in the Starbucks line one time.
I return to the list of results, and it’s mostly trashy tabloid stuff.
One headline catches my eye enough for me to overcome my usual disgust and tap into the ad-riddled clickbait site.
Morgan Hunter Announces Surprise Marriage to Omega, You Won’t Believe Who!!
Skimming past the needless sensationalism reveals that Morgan recently married an omega named Jamie Brennan, one of the employees at Artemis. I scoff—typical shitty alpha behavior. Whatever. Not what I’m here for.
A paragraph at the bottom holds some promise.
Guests at the intimate, exclusive wedding include movie star Christine Evansworth (pictured below), renowned scientist and…
I skip over the other celebrity names, scrolling down. Sure enough, there’s a photo of Christine emerging from a limo in front of a historic mansion. She’s certainly dressed for a wedding in a sheer, sky-blue dress that sets off her eyes. Strategically placed floral embroidery clings to her curves, keeping things street legal—but only just.
