A new text message came up on the screen. It was from Meredith Carter, an FDA executive closely following L-12’s development. He touched the screen to open the message. Approved to move forward. Please send all info to me ASAP. Excitement built within him. Finally, after all the months of testing and retesting, they were going to trial. He glanced at the picture of Laura he kept on his desk. She would’ve been so happy. His sister always had the brains in their family. He’d had high hopes for her future before her life was snatched away. Forwarding the text to Dominic, he added a note for all the files to be copied to his email so he could review them before passing them on to Meredith. A thumbs-up emoticon was Dominic’s only response. Laughing at his employee’s simple text, he continued working. Hours later, after he had a crick in his neck from staring at the computer all afternoon, he called it a day. Weak sunlight dotted the sky as he left the Mason Building. The parking garage was to the left, but he turned right.
