She was waiting for her coworkers — that is, her employees, sort of, since she was the manager of this particular department — to leave. Go home already, drones! she thought. She stared at the last two research chemists left in the lab — Gerry Wentworth and Brent Beckelheimer — willing them with her brainpower to leave. It wasn’t working. So much for my psychic abilities, she thought, hiding a copy of Punk Rock Confidential behind The Journal of Genetic Research. It still shocked her when she woke up in the morning to realize she’d be spending her day as the head of a sterile lab in a corporate pharmaceutical complex in Delaware. She wasn’t quite sure how she — a punk-rocker-slash-aspiring-chef from Boston — became Dr. Nadine Gormey, the boss of a bunch of brainy chemists with PhDs from Hopkins and MIT, but it was lucky that she was. Because something dangerous and very secret was happening in this lab, and the fate of the world depended on her stopping it.
