The lab is to risky. If they found out you tested the formula on yourself they'll end the project. You exit the lab, grab your coat, and car keys out of your locker. You're no sooner in the admin area when Saunders the head of research projects comes racing over. He's a greying, balding, fat, old man that's not to bright in your opinion, but somehow managed to get the top spot over research. "You, you", he screams. He never could remember your name. As far as he's concerned you're one of the little people. When he gets to you he says, "I need a status report on your project now. These budget figures are unacceptable. You had better show some progress, or not only is your project finished, but so are you". You're really not in the mood to deal with this jerk right now.
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