Two years. Two full years working on cutting-edge biochemical pharmaceutical company, breaking her back day and night, only to inform her that her pet cell regeneration project had been abruptly cancelled because of the incompetence of some newbie fools who had glaringly misinterpreted the goal of the project and wasted enormous amounts of company money and resources in blind searches that had, naturally, done nothing for the goals she had set for the project.
Really. It wasn't that hard. How difficult could it have been to just give her an occasional call? The work of three teams utterly thrown away because of the incompetence of another. Sadly, Hanna rechecked the results of all other three teams and downloaded them into her cell. Technically she shouldn't be doing it, but considering the company would most likely shelve the finished research without ever giving it a chance, unless another pharmaceutical company suddenly started producing a similar project she doubted anyone would notice. Or care. For a last time, she booted her computer and had a specialized program run every possible simulation on the project's goals.
Hanna straightened herself and stared deeply at the mirrored wall before her. She was a short, somewhat mousy brunette. She sometimes regretted that her body size drifted towards the smallish rather than to something more voluptuous, but chose not to dwell on that for too long. She wasn't old; middle-aged at worst. She took pride in her fresh appearance and vitality, though as of late she had not had many reasons to go out and celebrate life.
She had still a lot of years of untapped potential, and she knew she could make the cell regenerator project work. But the apparent failure of her project would hang upon her and would always threaten any future prospects for future reopenings. Sighing, Hanna studied again the final reports of her three good teams; all agreed the main compound Hanna had touted as the next step in medicinal research could be easily produced and refined, but required testing for approved use.
Testing. God.
Her thoughts drifted towards the samples she had all teams provide. She had enough for several doses. She clenched her teeth. She had sunk too much in the project to lose it all due to some harebrained idiots. The program beeped as it finished its work, confirming to her eyes the project had gone as far as it could go at the moment. It was time for action.
Some time later, the company agent passed to collect Hanna's samples. Unknown to him, he left only with sugar pills.
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