-Ralph Waldo Emerson PROLOGUE Cory McLemore finished typing the color-coded legend for the new filing system. So simple a child could follow. The computer monitor chimed, alerting her of an incoming email. Finally. She read the message and promptly did a chair dance, snapping her fingers and stomping her feet. Dr. Helen Peterson’s grant proposal packet was complete. Last item on her to-do list…done! Exiting from her UCLA student account, she glanced at the clock. “Perfect.” Dr. Peterson stopped at the doorway. “Cory, what are you still doing here?” Cory pushed back from the desk, sliding over the floor in a swivel chair. “We received word. Your grant packet was accepted two seconds ago.” Her assigned advisor hustled into the cramped university office, glasses askew, and arms overflowing. “We need more room.” Dr. P. wheeled around from her overcrowded desk. Cory scoffed, “We need to get organized.
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