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Money and Medicine for the Heart
- Thread starter FloatingAroundSpace
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Ranch Dipped
Hot Wings
Darryl sat in a lumpy chair, envious of the plush leather on the other side of the table. He would have to get a chair like that for his office, maybe a better one. His boss sat across from him, a fake smile on his wrinkling face.
"Well, Mr. Kipling," he said. "We are just so happy to have you as the new head of financing. We're sure that you'll make a great addition to the Sumcare Corporation."
Darryl wasn't entirely sure who "we" was, as no one else was in the room besides the two. One thing he did know, though, was that he wanted to get the hell out of that office.
Putting on his best smile, he nodded. "I'm really looking forward to working here, sir."
"Well, Mr. Kipling," he said. "We are just so happy to have you as the new head of financing. We're sure that you'll make a great addition to the Sumcare Corporation."
Darryl wasn't entirely sure who "we" was, as no one else was in the room besides the two. One thing he did know, though, was that he wanted to get the hell out of that office.
Putting on his best smile, he nodded. "I'm really looking forward to working here, sir."
FloatingAroundSpace
Three Thousand Club
Lauren Mizone walked down the long laminated hallway, the fluorescent lights blinking above her and buzzing as usual. Her sneakers squeaked only slightly on the floor and her long black hair had been tied up neatly into a bun. She pushed open a white door and entered a laboratory, putting on googles and picking up a clipboard by the door and walking over to a whirling machine, where she examined a graph that was being printed out, making small adjustments on the dials and buttons of the machine and making note of a few tick marks of interest.
A stout woman came up to her, her own hair tied up tightly as well, wearing a similar white lab coat with the company's name stitched above the breast. "The cultures are growing," she said to Lauren. "We don't know how much longer it'll take."
Lauren breathed heavily.
"We're running out of support," the woman continued, "and if we don't get a breakthrough soon--"
"I get it," Lauren said, raising a hand to tell her to stop. "But we'll get something. Soon."
A stout woman came up to her, her own hair tied up tightly as well, wearing a similar white lab coat with the company's name stitched above the breast. "The cultures are growing," she said to Lauren. "We don't know how much longer it'll take."
Lauren breathed heavily.
"We're running out of support," the woman continued, "and if we don't get a breakthrough soon--"
"I get it," Lauren said, raising a hand to tell her to stop. "But we'll get something. Soon."
Ranch Dipped
Hot Wings
Darryl sat in his own office now, leaning back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head. This was the life. This is what he had dreamed of for years. He had finally made it.
After a few moments of basking in his own glory, he leaned forward and opened up the company's financial information charts.
Opening their research account, he smirked to himself. Linking it to his own bank account, he transferred a hundred dollars. He would start off small, so no one would notice.
After a few moments of basking in his own glory, he leaned forward and opened up the company's financial information charts.
Opening their research account, he smirked to himself. Linking it to his own bank account, he transferred a hundred dollars. He would start off small, so no one would notice.
FloatingAroundSpace
Three Thousand Club
Lauren finished examining the various machines that were churning away. She walked with the stout woman to a warmer and more enclosed room, examining the various petri dishes and the squirming cultures within. A few temperatures and measurements were taken and swabs were spun around. Lauren furrowed her brow.
"Why aren't there more people?" she mumbled for the umpteenth time.
"There's a new person in charge of finance. Maybe he'll give us more money and more people?" the woman said quietly.
Lauren nodded, making a mental note to write to them. She knew that their project was one of the longer running ones; before Lauren picked it up, it had been in motion for nearly five years when people had begun getting cut off due to the slowness of the project. It was by a stroke of luck that Lauren was allowed on board while the person who created the whole idea left to pursue better things. Lauren truly believed that they were on the brink of something great; they just needed time.
But it was draining the company and the big bosses wanted money. She wondered if the new person in charge had noticed that the company's biggest drain was a stagnant project attempting to cure AIDs through the breakdown of the cell cycle.
"Why aren't there more people?" she mumbled for the umpteenth time.
"There's a new person in charge of finance. Maybe he'll give us more money and more people?" the woman said quietly.
Lauren nodded, making a mental note to write to them. She knew that their project was one of the longer running ones; before Lauren picked it up, it had been in motion for nearly five years when people had begun getting cut off due to the slowness of the project. It was by a stroke of luck that Lauren was allowed on board while the person who created the whole idea left to pursue better things. Lauren truly believed that they were on the brink of something great; they just needed time.
But it was draining the company and the big bosses wanted money. She wondered if the new person in charge had noticed that the company's biggest drain was a stagnant project attempting to cure AIDs through the breakdown of the cell cycle.
