They were waiting in the lounge at La Riviere Pharmaceutical.
The room was quiet. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and something floral, maybe the air freshener in the corner. The modern furniture looked expensive but felt stiff when Micah shifted uncomfortably in his seat. A large digital screen on the far wall played a looping promotional video of the company's latest breakthrough in drug development.
Micah glanced around with a stiff neck, as if every movement required extra effort. The lounge was mostly empty, except for a few people in white coats walking past now and then. Even that made Micah twitch slightly. His eyes darted to every person that passed, his thoughts in complete disarray.
Clyde…What was his position at La Riviere?
