An errand girl, nothing more.
Not what the sign on her office says though. VP of Clinical Development.
Fancy stuff.
But she knows better. Knows the truth.
Gabrielle pushes the cart filled with tubes and syringes and needles. She stops alongside a plastic bassinet. Prick a little finger, spread the blood on a slide, move onto the next. And don’t stop until every single baby is sampled.
Legend has it these little ones supposedly made too much noise. Not anymore. Now they just eat, sleep and soil themselves.
Gabrielle frowned.
Someday they’ll probably figure out how to fix that too.
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